Post by Brahm van Tassel on Jan 10, 2024 18:31:24 GMT -5
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With her sallow complexion, Agnes van Tassel appears as if etched by the passage of time. Sunken and drawn, her cheeks tell tales of a life weathered by experiences. The mid-length dishwater blonde hair frames her face in an unassuming manner, lacking the vibrancy of youth yet quietly speaking of a subtle elegance that refuses to be entirely dimmed by the years.
Her wardrobe, a testament to steadfast poverty, consists of the same clothing worn two decades ago. Wool cardigans envelop her like a shield against the chill of time, and jumpers drape loosely, revealing the signs of wear and tear. Itchy, thick tights cling to her spindly legs, an emblem of enduring routines that echo with familiarity.
Agnes's hazel green eyes are a sharp contrast to the weariness etched into her features. They possess an intensity that hints at a lifetime of observations and judgments. A perpetual frown adorns her mouth, eternally twisted into an expression of discontent or perhaps a reflection of her burdens. It speaks of a resilience that has weathered storms, yet simultaneously, a bitterness that lingers within the lines of her face.
Most notably, Agnes has a beautiful voice that is often misused by cussing at her ward, Brahm.
Agnes van Tassel
With her sallow complexion, Agnes van Tassel appears as if etched by the passage of time. Sunken and drawn, her cheeks tell tales of a life weathered by experiences. The mid-length dishwater blonde hair frames her face in an unassuming manner, lacking the vibrancy of youth yet quietly speaking of a subtle elegance that refuses to be entirely dimmed by the years.
Her wardrobe, a testament to steadfast poverty, consists of the same clothing worn two decades ago. Wool cardigans envelop her like a shield against the chill of time, and jumpers drape loosely, revealing the signs of wear and tear. Itchy, thick tights cling to her spindly legs, an emblem of enduring routines that echo with familiarity.
Agnes's hazel green eyes are a sharp contrast to the weariness etched into her features. They possess an intensity that hints at a lifetime of observations and judgments. A perpetual frown adorns her mouth, eternally twisted into an expression of discontent or perhaps a reflection of her burdens. It speaks of a resilience that has weathered storms, yet simultaneously, a bitterness that lingers within the lines of her face.
Most notably, Agnes has a beautiful voice that is often misused by cussing at her ward, Brahm.
[attr="class","tempcredits"]CRAFTED BY ALISHA OF ADOXOGRAPHY
