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Tamar Calwyn

@Indigo | Followers: 2,584

About Me

Hello. I am new to this city but looking to help out and make friends. I am not the most talkative of people, but I am a good listener. I am interested in exploring new places, doing good deeds and reading.

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What does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly… (Micah 6:8)

Joke

_____________________________________________________________________________ | This young woman sits at a low square glass table with lounge seating, a | | cup of tea brought to her lips to sip on. Instead of looking into the | | camera itself, she appears to be gazing off to the side and watching | | something out of the frame of the shot. | | This is a lean-figured woman with violet-blue hair in her early twenties | | with B cup breasts(Desire Sensitive). | | She is 5’10” and has a clear, pale skin tone, deep indigo hair fading to | | violet, and brown eyes. | | You can see her face, neck, upper chest, arms, and hands. | | All angles and sharp lines, this lean figure is comfortable in stillness as | | much as in purposeful motion. Heavy strands of hair fall past her | | shoulders. The deep indigo at the crown gradually fades into violet tones | | toward the ends. Uncreased, but not unaware, her forehead is marked only by | | eyebrows of a darkened hue. Her eyes are dark, reflective, edged in old | | bronze. They take things in but rarely let anything out. Angular and | | hard-edged, her jaw and cheeks make no invitation. Thin lips don’t easily | | take to a smile and a single faint scar crosses the left slant near her | | chin. A long and narrow neck extends upward, where slender tendons shift | | visibly with each subtle movement. There is a vulnerability here she has | | not erased with the pulse visible against soft skin. Clearly defined | | collarbones sweep across her upper chest, casting shallow shadows along | | their length. The slender forearms, wiry and firm, stretch smoothly from | | elbow to wrist. On the inside of her right wrist she bears a tattoo of an | | unfurling feathered wing. Her long fingers end in squared nails that are | | kept clean and functional. The scars on her palms look accidental, but | | nothing about her feels like chance. A faint trace of cold water and | | distant stone clings to her presence. | | She is using: | | (S) a silver medal of St. Dimas inlaid with bone | | (D) a loose smoke-gray shirt with mandarin collar and rolled sleeves | | (C) a black composite sword sheath hung on a belt | | (C) a coal-hued sling bag | | (D) a pair of slate gray trousers with pointed front seams | | (D) a pair of heeled ankle boots in smoke suede with buckles | | (D) a wine-red cloth headband with simple, decorative knot | | (D) a belt of braided black leather with a filigree metal buckle | |_____________________________________________________________________________|