Tamar Calwyn
@Indigo | Followers: 23,789

Society: The Last Vigil
About Me
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour. – 1 Peter 5:8
I like sword fighting, reading, learning how to swim and exploring new places.
I help organize the St. Sera Soup Kitchen and Community Centre.
Originally from somewhere else, but no longer new to the city.
I take words at face value and do not enjoy guessing games.
I am always willing to help out if I can.
Call 7100175 if you need help.
Naturals first, always.
Quote
What does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly… (Micah 6:8)
Joke
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| 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 |
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