Editing Narwhal (section)

==Appearance==
Narwhal is a seven foot tall woman, with extremely long, glossy, pale-purple hair.<ref>Narwhal spoke next, all business, serious, her back ramrod straight, her body in a double-thick layer of forcefield crystals, her hair a white-purple, down to the small of her back. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2020/02/25/last-20-1/ Excerpt] from [[Last 20.1]]</ref>

She uses her power to create a single, three-foot horn on her forehead and coat her skin with fine crystalline scales.<ref name="8.1 e1">Narwhal turned heads as she entered the lobby. She stood seven feet tall, with a curtain of glossy, pale hair extending almost to the backs of her knees. She was unclothed, not even wearing a skintight costume on her long limbed body, but it somehow wasn’t obscene. Her skin was layered with fine crystal scales that caught the light and scintillated with faint rainbow hues. A single horn stood out from the middle of her forehead, three feet long. She ignored stares as she found a space to lean against a wall near the front of the room. She had her chin against her chest with her eyes closed, as though she were resting, or concentrating. Or maybe it was a habit she’d picked up when standing straight meant stabbing the average ceiling with her horn. - [http://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/03/03/extermination-8-1/ Excerpt] from [[Extermination 8.1]]</ref> Her "scales" are each no larger than a fingernail.

After the [[timeskip]] she started wearing her horn curving backward over the top of her head.<ref name="28.2 e3">Narwhal stood just a short distance away, leaning against a wall, a book in her hands.  Her costume was skintight, but it took the form of innumerable ‘scales’ of violet-blue tinted crystal, each no larger than a fingernail.  Her horn had been redesigned, arcing in a crescent curve.<br/><br/>[...]Narwhal noticed our approach and closed her book, creating a thin shard of forcefield to act as a bookmark, then two more to hold the cover and back of the book.  She pushed it aside, and it floated a distance to her right, stopping in midair, in her reach but not in the way. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/09/03 Excerpt] from [[Cockroaches 28.2]]</ref>

When she woke up after the dreaming death, she had her silver hair in a messy bun, and wore a jacket over a light purple shirt with a unicorn on it.<ref>Chevalier was interrupted from listening when he noticed more people come in.  Some were staff, but one wasn’t.  Tall, with silver hair in a messy bun, she wore a jacket for warmth over a light purple shirt with a unicorn on it.<br><br>She found his table and sat, without question or invitation.  Not that he minded.<br><br>“Catch me up,” she said.<br><br>“They’re waking everyone up.” - [[Last 20.e1]]</ref>