Virginia au Augustus

Description

A petite young woman with fair skin who barely reaches the shoulder of a tall man, Mustang possesses a delicate and graceful build that lends her a fragile appearance at times. Long golden hair sparkles in light and is usually worn in braids flowing down her back or coiled about her shoulders with leather bands, framing a heart-shaped face with quick features, a pert nose, and a mouth swift to form smirking smiles, pleasant frowns, or expressions of terror and regret. Her golden eyes sparkle with fox-like cunning and intelligence, often dancing or imploring, while she wears a wolfcloak streaked with crimson over a black tunic and muddy boots with spurs, carrying herself with graceful confidence even when limping or muddied. A small, delicate young woman with long golden hair, often gathered into braids or a long braid that falls past her shoulders. Her bright honey-gold eyes have golden flecks, and her heart-shaped face is animated by a pert nose, laughing eyes, and a quick, confident smirk. She wears practical dark riding clothes, sturdy muddy boots, and a wolfcloak suited to the cold; a long standard is her favored weapon. Even in rugged gear, she moves with nimble, graceful assurance. A slender young Gold woman with blonde hair that falls loose or is pulled back from her face, bright eyes that glow like an owl's or cut through with judgment, and an expressive face that shifts from a lopsided grin to a mask of disappointment or rage. Her lithe athletic build is barely half the weight of her companions, with smooth hot marble skin warmed by the sun and muscles that coil with movement as she arches or holds others gently. She wears military uniforms in gold and white or black with polished boots, or a black kimono, projecting defiant elegance and strategic command whether at a gala, in a war room, or beside her lover by the sea. A human woman with flashing, expressive eyes and a smirking mouth, wearing a black, funereal gown. An elegant Gold woman around 25 with striking red hair flowing freely, framing sharp, intelligent features and piercing eyes. Her athletic yet graceful build is clad in form-fitting battle armor bearing a bold red lion emblem on the chest, suited for starship command. Whether on her bridge or in tense holo displays, she radiates resolute authority, every gesture precise and commanding. Virginia au Augustus is a tall, commanding woman with fair skin and long golden hair bound tightly behind her head in a ponytail or golden braids with occasional loose strands. Her face is elegantly structured with a small nose, piercing liquid gold eyes framed by thick eyelashes, and a mouth that curves into a mischievous cat's smile, though it can harden with resolve or show fatigue through bloodshot tones and heavy bags. She has a slender graceful build with proud shoulders, slender fingers, and moves with magnetic power whether dressed in a pure white tunic, purple silk jacket open at the neck, or appearing barefoot, always wearing her gold lion and iron wolf rings as the only accents to her minimalist regal style. A human woman with long golden hair, usually pulled tightly back or braided, and brilliant gold eyes beneath thick eyelashes. Her elegant face has a small nose and a poised expression that can soften into a mischievous, catlike smile or harden into an imperious stare. She wears refined formal clothing, such as a pure white tunic or a high-collared silk jacket, with jade earrings as an occasional accent. Her bearing is controlled and regal, though fatigue can show in bloodshot eyes and heavy under-eye bags. A human woman with a glamorous, commanding presence. She wears a jacket and boots, including spiked boots; her appearance is described as thin on holos but exceptionally heavy and dense-boned in person, with powerful knuckles. Her face can appear dazzling, and her expressions range from a gentle smile to visible strain and worry. A commanding woman in ornate battle armor draped with a red and gold cloak, her head crowned by a glowing prism that displays battlefield data. Her face shows the haggard lines of prolonged strain and sleepless nights, framed by hair she absently runs her fingers through. She moves with practiced authority, magnetic boots clomping as she coordinates retreats and parleys.