| abstract | - The Lich King's many forms of cruelty are evident when Noxvari is used as an example. By nature she is tall for either gender of her race. At a commanding six and a half feet with the muscle tone to take down the meatiest of tauren, Noxvari is certainly no stranger to conflict and is definitely never a damsel in distress. Most frequently she is found in ornate saronite battle plate, all intricately designed with skulls and bones and spikes and typically very threatening designs, though there is something elegant about her war attire - something somehow beautiful, albeit in a dangerous kind of way. She also carries an ornate ebony and silver bow and quiver, hinting at skills past the standard death knight. Her bearing is cold, even domineering, and her presence is such that commands respect. Every move she makes is done with almost military precision, deliberate and controlled, and yet somehow graceful and fluid - even in the most heated throes of battle. There is something noble about the way she conducts herself, something high-class and elegant even in the way she kills, even when she does so methodically, automatically, simply because she was ordered to. But beneath the armor, she is surely a woman. She is lithe and sleek, and though toned, she is not nearly masculine. Her curves are not exaggerated but are enough to catch a man off-guard and tempt his eyes, and she does nothing to prevent this. Her pallid skin is smooth and free of scars and birthmarks and blemishes, all having been wiped clean from her skin at the time of her murder and subsequent reanimation. Though her features are beautiful, with smoothly angled lines and gently rounded curves making up the majority of her form, she is still a morbid picture of elegance.. The bluish tint to her otherwise white skin, white eyes, and black hair hint at her condition, standing to make her such an awful tease to the living man. So unfair - to be banished from life's pleasures, but still be subject to invitation.
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