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   Standing at a mere meter tall is a young dwarf in her late teens or early twenties.  A  tan adds some color to her light skin like she spends a lot of time outside.  Light blue eyes look out from underneath thick lashes and change slightly with her mood.  The slight build of the short dwarf shows the signs of long-term starvation.  Dark blonde hair wisps around her head, just an inch or so in length.  It lays straight and ragged, like whoever cut it didn't do the best job.

    A few whisps of dark blonde hair peek out from the edges of a black knitted scull cap.  The cap covers most of her head and boasts a tribal design in purple and grey along the bottom half.  The metallic shine of a datajack peeks out from beneath the edge of the hat.  A close fitting tank top of dark blue hugs her upper body, leaving the whirling black tattoo's visible against her tan skin.  What looks like a black jumpsuit is sags off her slender hips.  The upper body of the suit is bunched up around the dwarf's waist with the arms tied to hold it in place.  Spots of dirt and oil cling in stains across the legs and a large grey bandanna hangs out of a back pocket.  Dark purple skater shoes with a white logo are almost covered by the long hems.

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Tiny picaninny braids cover this human woman's head; blond like straw and poking out in all directions. Each little braid is bound with a small black rubberized band. Narrow eyes like cold blue steel peer from under almost nonexistent white-blond eyebrows. Straight, aquiline nose and thin red lips, which crack in a lopsided grin when she's amused, poised at the bottom of an angular face; a pointed chin. About average height, for a breeder, anyway, and built like a greyhound--narrow and sleek--her visible joints are bony and hard, no wasted flesh here.

She is wearing a pair of red synth-leather pants with a number of zippered pockets running up and down the legs. They are fitted tight to her body, showing plainly her snake hips and bony ass. Equally tight is her sleeveless t-shirt, screen printed with old, almost ancient, manga characters from the period just after World War II; doe-eyed, long lashed girls and boys with wild hair and rounded bodies piled on top of one another like dead bodies stacked pell-mell, all in the old-fashioned three-color process. Snaking around her upper left arm, almost covering it, is a pattern of blue-black dots...could be something in binary. She's got black boots on, made out of something matte and tough, that buckle up the side with equally matte black metal buckles. The toes of the boots bulge a little. She carries a charcoal grey long coat with deep lapels that looks quite warm.

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        His metallic eyes glitter. He has a shock of utterly white hair, and a few little crows feet running away from his eyes. He is old, at least by shaddowrunning terms, but the way he moves, the way he runs, the way he keeps his wits about him indicate that he's not too far gone down the slippery slope of senility. He's tall, but not too tall, and certainly not when you take into account orks, trolls, and all the other various and sundry *tall* people in the world, and has a slim and trim body.

        His suit is immaculate, a perfect black, and perfectly pressed, a white silken handkerchief poking out from his breast pocket. It's clearly very high quality. His shirt is white, and similarly well pressed and clean, his cuff-links two interlocking gears made of what looks to be gold attatched to a gold plate. The gears are small, and immensely finely toothed. His tie is a deep purple, fastened to his shirt with a purple tie-pin, shaped like a heart.

        One of the most interesting bit about this man is his mask. It's shaped like the Phantom of the Opera's, coving the right half of his face, curving away from his lips and then covering his chin again. It's an ivory white, and held in place with glue or something similar. Directly beneath his eye is a small black equilateral triangle, pointing away from his eye, with a twin above the eye, pointing up.

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She is small, thin, slouching. Her hair is buzzed all the way down to a fine razor stubble all over her head, a few fine scars here and there. It does nothing to hide the silver jack on her right temple. If her feathery brows are any indication, her hair used to be a sort of light brown. An unremarkable nose with a tiny black and yellow smiley face stud in the left nostril; a slightly pointed chin, almost always tucked downwards; thin lips that crimp sideways when she chooses to smile. Ears pierced, bottom and top, with various bits of metal and small hoops. But her eyes... her eyes are where her life is. Hazel, everchanging: intelligence looks out of them.

The breeder might be small, but her clothes sure aren't. Well, her tank top is, but there isn't a lot of body there for the greyish-white undershirt to reveal. Dungarees that were probably brown canvas once, but now are worn and fraying at the edges. Plenty of pockets to them. They're held up by black suspenders, the silver clips tarnished by acid and time. Heavy black lace up boots on her feet with bulging toes. Over it all (or over her shoulder) is a bulky, grayish, obviously armored jacket.

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At five foot five, this young woman seems in her mid or early twenties.  Slender muscles and a thin build point to a high level of activity.  Light brown freckles decorate her nose and pale skin.  Pewter grey eyes sit behind black lashes.  Wavy locks fall just past her shoulders, the dark black streaked with thin lines of blonde, denim blue, and light purple.  Three silver hoops march up each ear and a purple stone stud pierces the upper cartiledge of her left.

A fringe of bangs hangs past her nose as it falls free of her ears. The rest is wrapped in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. A loose fitting button up shirt of faded black hangs past her hips. The upper left side in front reads "Story County Coroners Office" in white.  The word 'Coroner' spreads across the back of the shirt in large, blocky letters.  A pair of bleached jeans, barely retaining their original blue color, fit her legs closely.  A pair of army boots covers her feet, so caked with mud and who knows what that the original black color is almost gone.

A small, silver ankh hangs from a long black cord around her neck.  A pair of mirrored shades are perched on her nose.  A tough black jacket is unzipped over her frame.  Green stitching runs up the arms, hems, and around the two cargo pockets in front.  Straps run across her upper arms and between the shoulders and pockets, attached with silver D-rings and hooks. 

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The Dwarf is as one would expect, short. Unlike most stereotypes he has no long beard, no wrinkled aged forehead. The dwarf has smooth skin, alert eyes, and small eyebrows. His nose is larger than your standard human's but he has almost a full head of hair which ears can be seen poking out of. Otherwise his face is one of an ordinary Meta, maybe a little more attractive than the average dwarf. His skin is an off-white color, almost a redish muddy complextion. He has what appear to be tattoos above his eye, thin stripes in an elaborate pattern, like Amerindian designs you might see on the trid.

He is wearing a black long coat, tailored to fit his size and not drag on the ground or anywhere else it fastens in the front middle leaving his chest exposed midway to his neck. Under the coat is a dark red shirt and a pair of rugged blue jeans with obvious armor plates underneath. He is wearing small boots, almost as if they were just your standard child size mini-mart issue. On his back is a sling pack, a single strap running across his chest under his jacket.