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Maylea (desc above) was missing her bracelet. I did not get a glance in time at Drocilla's bracelet (a 'gift' from Darvellan).

Drocilla, the Enchantress

She is a radiant immortal and is breathtaking to behold, radiating a painfully sublime and gentle beauty that inexplicably drains the vibrancy and colour from all else in the room. Shimmering with an eerie effulgence, Her almond-shaped eyes are a cruel, sharp lavender; sculpted with grey and violent shadows, they draw the onlooker with their mystical allure. Her tawny skin is creamy and flawless - the visage of utter beauty, elegance and perfection - and Her high cheekbones are touched by the gentle shade of a rose. The glossy scarlet red of Her lips stands out against these soft hues with a generous fullness that makes them deliriously tempting. Every subtle movement of Her perfectly poised figure exudes a raw confidence that dominates Her surroundings, Her superlatively shaped jawline held with regal posture. Intoxicating and addictive, an entrancing scent drifts in Her wake like a cloak of perfumed silk.

(in gold)
Her silken hair, a hundred shades of burnished gold, is pinned like a crown of molten gold atop a visage of utter perfection. The thick, detailed braids wrap about the head with nary a disobedient wisp in a polished updo that wreathes Her face in a smouldering halo.

She is wearing:
sophisticated pants of pitch-black velvet
a set of armour rings of blackened silver over the knuckles of Her right hand
black slippers on white copper heels
a luxurious pitch-black corset trailing a tulle skirt and black mists
an exquisite smokesilver shoulder necklace

You look at sophisticated pants of pitch-black velvet that Drocilla is wearing:
Form-fitting and without a single crease, these pants have an air of sophistication to them borne of the lushness of the velvet and the sleekness of the cut. High-waisted and appearing to have no conventional closure at the top, they taper off right below the ankles without any cuffs. The stretchable fabric adopts well to every movement and hides no pockets or other adornments.

You look at a set of armour rings of blackened silver that Drocilla is wearing:
Worn on each of Her right hand's fingers, these unconventional rings fit snugly over each second knuckle. Thin blackened bands over and under the knuckle keep these accessories in place, while the fronts bear likeness to pieces of armour with their overlapping plates of matte blackened silver. The armoured layers have been securely fastened with minuscule onyx rivets on each side but permit a full range of motion within their protective confines.

You look at black slippers on white copper heels that Drocilla is wearing:
Crafted from leather so unnaturally dark it appears to be absorbing the light, these high-heeled slippers embrace the feet in comfort and luxury. Lined with reflective golden silk, the slippers leave much of the feet exposed, swooping forward to barely cover the toes. The soles and the heel are all white copper, polished and eye-catching in contrast to the darkness of the shoe itself.

You look at a luxurious pitch-black corset trailing a tulle skirt that Drocilla is wearing:
Soft and stretchable, the velvet comprising this superbly well-fitted overbust corset is decadent lushes embracing a divine figure. The off-the-shoulder neckline is enveloped on either side by plush straps that embrace the arms loosely. Where the corset terminates, an open-front pleated skirt of sheer black tulle cascades on either side and culminates in a sweeping train. The dramatic tulle overlay has been sparsely embroidered with silhouettes of nighthawks picked out in black thread, while the pitch-black opaque hems gleam with heavy lace applique.

You look at an exquisite smokesilver shoulder necklace that Drocilla is wearing:
No more than a handful of whisper-thin chains in the front, the shoulder necklace is made up of smokesilver strands that cascade and intersect upon the neckline. In the back, however, a myriad chains of varying lengths make up the necklace. Some hang at varying lengths while others meet at sharper angles. Some are little more than shimmering wisps of black smoke, others are richly ornamented chains with little charms made of the same metal.

Darvellan, the Navigator

He is a radiant immortal and is surrounded by a cloud of ethereal stars, each seemingly set in an orbit about Him. Drawn back into a shoulder-length ponytail from its widow's peak source, silky hair as dark as ebony offsets slightly the tanned, worn complexion of His face. With only the faintest hint of cragginess, His otherwise handsome face is somewhat marred by the jagged, white scar running across His right eye, starting from the temple and working its way to the base of His nose. Immediately surrounding the searing scar, grey flesh creeps around both the scar and the unseeing eye, creating a ghastly effect. While lithe and slender, toned muscles also grace His frame, seemingly dancing beneath His swarthy skin with each movement made.

(in dark grey/silver)
Grown out just long enough to be prickly without being annoying or abrasive to the touch, this black-as-night beard graces the Navigator's face, running along His cheeks and chin, but no lower than just below His jawbone. Seemingly lighter than the rest of the stubble, though barely so, a strip runs beneath His nose, joining on either side of the mouth.

He is wearing:
a pair of nearly knee-high, faded leather boots
a cloud of stars suspended in starlight
a starlit pearl pin
a pair of cuffed breeches
a canvas backpack
a jet-black tricorne covered with glowing lines of power sits jauntily atop his head

You look at a pair of nearly knee-high, faded leather boots that Darvellan is wearing:
Comprised entirely of worn, faded, leather-like material, these nearly knee-high boots still manage to look impressive despite their apparent age. Even what stains can be seen are barely visible, likely also having been worn away by time and use. While the heels of the boots look to have been redone sometime in the recent past, the rest of the boot, even the cuff at the top, looks remarkably preserved.

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You look at a cloud of stars suspended in starlight that Darvellan is wearing:
Hanging amidst glimmering motes, a glowing star twinkles merrily away. Faint flecks of light catch upon the motes, casting subtle yet dazzling patterns all about. Thin lines of power shoot between the motes of dust, ephemeral constellations forming in the moment.

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You look at a pair of cuffed breeches that Darvellan is wearing:
Comprised of some foreign, black-dyed material, these cuffed breeches start at the waist and disappear into the wearer's boots, the material tucked in nicely with an attention to detail. Leaving room for maneuverability, a bit of excess material remains untucked, giving the breeches a slightly puffy look. Use and wear has left the material mottled and partially stained, though these too are faded and worn, having become more a part of the breeches and less a hindrance.

You look at a canvas backpack that Darvellan is wearing:
It is large enough to hold a considerable amount of goods. Grey and mottled brown, it has been skillfully woven to keep out the majority of water in the rain. Pockets of all shapes and sizes hang off of it, ready to store any number of things.

I could not figure out the noun for the pin or the hat! May another unravel the mystery.