Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160723005405/@comment-24685738-20160723161933

The Announcer cleared his throat, to get the attention of the Altmer. "Madame Anna Herron, Sworn Sword of House Draci, the Griffin's Hawk, Champion of Lord Niels Morvin of Whiterun." Hawke, or Anna, as she was apparently named, stepped down the stairs.

She was clad in a sleeveless, slinky black gown that stretched all the way down to her ankles. A white ribbon across her waist held her Cheese Knife, and the neckline stretched down a few inches past her collarbone, but the dress wasn't revealing at all.

The one thing that was revealing, however, was the lack of her signature hood.

Short red hair lay on her head, stopping at her chin. One side had been pushed behind her ear, but the other hang loose. Her jawline was thin and well-defined, and her lips were well-shaped.

However, everything past her lips was a mass of scar tissue, burns, and pock marks. Her eyes were hazel, but they were hard to notice, due to how noticeable her scars were. The Altmer crowd rumbled in disapproval, and as Hawke stepped onto the floor of the Ballroom, she covered her face with her hand and headed for an empty table, embarassed.