You see an elven woman of average size, except for her length. She is tall and beautiful, cute somehow. Her hair is brown and well cared for and of medium-short length. Her eyes are emerald and have an aura of beauty about them. As you are looking at her, you feel as if someone, or something is watching you.
Suddenly there he is, observing...
You sense that there is something terribly wrong and different about this man. His gaze is cold and heartless. You notice he is grinding his teeth when he sees you gazing at him...his eyes seem to say "Dare you look upon me?"
The girl before you has a plain look about her, clearly not the type looking to draw eyes or anything, but if you notice her eyes they are a magnificent phenalope-purple. Inside those eyes, however, seems to lurk a deep and painful sadness.