Petrif

Petrif has a lively, fun, gorgeous smile that is entirely contagious. She has a square head shape and strong jaw; very prominent from the side. With pale ivory skin that bore no freckles, no scars, or other natural marks of any kind. Her dark eyebrows with their slight arch, brought out her sapphire blue eyes; fierce and bright. Which stood out against her hickory brunette locks, reaching to her calves in defined waves. There was noticeably a left leaning hair line, giving side swept bangs. Her teeth were remarkably straight and her lips, a soft pink. Her caretakers often admired her beauty to resemble her mother’s. But her smile, that belonged to her father. Compared to the girls and women of Borlin, Petrif stood out as the most beautiful anyone had ever seen. Though she only stood a few inches taller than five feet.
Most often she can be found wearing spaghetti strap maxi dresses. A cinch belt complimenting the color of her dress, with sandals or flats. Sometimes she’ll drag her hair back with a headband, but she adorns no jewelry.

Straval Von Gavinjaphin

Years in the sun gave his skin a glowing sienna color. The original morality could be seen on his skin, the facial scars, freckles, marks of natural damage. Yet, his hair was a gleaming wine red in the sun. He’d pull it back, the straight locks wouldn’t argue. Falling into place straight down the back of his head, only to reach his shoulders. His thick eyebrows didn’t match his natural hair, they were more black than anything. Now the irises were nearly white, if you looked closely enough, the pattern was of small skulls. He had a slim head with a sharp chin. Smile lines and creases on his forehead. Like many of his descendants, he was tall, about six foot. His physical appearance nothing too appealing.
Straval strayed far from his original clothing style of stacked furs and leather layers. He grew fond of modernized medieval clothing. Wearing cloaks to add dramatic flair to his walk.