A redhead human woman of average height, in her early twenties.  Her  lithe gymnast body seems flawless aside from tattoos running down each arm.  Her auburn eyes can brighten to a almost-glowing red, whose lights appear to sometimes animate to betray her emotions.

Usual First Impressions: Unobservant, distant to the point of rudeness, tense and prudish.  And yet... earnest, trustworthy and clearheaded, despite any grumpiness. You know, Arri.


Sight:
First, one's eyes might notice the long, silky, voluminous hair.  Being a common shade, what stands apart is the evident care, oiled and brushed nightly, whether in braids, in loose curls, or up in a neat bun, Arri's hair is the shade of passion, strength and emotional energy.

Arri's own eyes are an unnatural and rare auburn, yet emit a halo of such lights that are impossible to see past; animated with the emotions that an otherwise "grumpy" and professional woman might try to hide.  Those moments where she expresses more than a soft chuckle, an eye-roll or a polite smile show either a wisdom beyond her years, or a mind that still struggles to understand others.

A body built for running, for climbing, for hauling, yet nimble enough to dodge most objects.  She is at the peak of fitness, the prime of her youth, unchanging for as long most can remember.  Never seeming to relax, Arri's muscles are a taut bow, ready to release at any moment; yet hidden beneath a thin layer of fat, unmistakably feminine,  with hips and buttocks fitting for the powerful thighs below.

Her skin is almost-flawless, aside from an unnatural and faint scar running from her left shoulder and down to her right hip. On both arms are tattoos of a design that do, or did mean something at some point, yet with minor imperfections as if copied by memory many times over.

Arri has a favorite fashion accessory: a long, fluffy, two-tone striped scarf. uneven stripes are a deep red and very dark brown.  Whether wrapped around her neck to keep herself warm, or hanging from her shoulders as an accessory, it's obvious how soft it is when she wears it against her bare skin. Her thumb still habitually moves to her middle finger, to play with a ring which isn't there, both hands unadorned.

She no longer visibly wears the the eight-pointed star symbol, and her thumb still habitually moves to her middle finger, to play with a ring which isn't there. Around her neck, on a platinum chain rests a sapphire of the most brilliant blue, reflecting light at different angles, and getting darker at its center.

Her shadow seems "off", distorted, or hazy as if Arri's body were giving off energy;  it probably is.  In certain situations, her surroundings may take on a red tint.

Sound:

Arri's voice is nearly as expressive as her eyes; at the least, it's more expressive than her face usually is.  Normally in a mid-to-high vocal fry, her pitch changes based on her mood: high when excited, soft when gently dealing with someone who deserves it, and low when annoyed or out of patience. Her singing voice is meant for lullaby's and the kitchen, on-pitch but without range or projection.  

Speaking without discernible accent, Arri's pronunciation is the most boring; her diction a product of education, hidden behind a poor and lazy attempt to hide the fact. An autodidact, she will occasionally pronounce a word wrong, especially proper nouns of an origin she's only read, but never heard.  Most people would find her accent familiar, yet unplacable, with something unidentifiable off.  She only speaks common, despite claiming to remember lessons of learning Kozakuran, and seems to have a basic understanding of spoken Draconic.

When angry or truly upset, her voice becomes an inhuman growl, coming from an unknown energy through her vocal chords.

Scent:
If getting close to Arri, someone might instantly be reminded of the Eagle's Landing, and their house blend of tea; her hair, specifically, is carefully treated with a mixture of natural oils, purposefully infused with scents of cinnamon and vanilla.

Otherwise, to all but a select few, Arri seems to not have any scent of her own; the familiar scent of another specific person over-rides anything else.  To most people who don't know, it would seem as if it were Arri's own scent, mixed with the faint mingling of baking oatmeal raisin cookies sticking to Arri's top.

Arri, herself, aside from these scents, intentionally avoids any sort of scents. Or even possible scents.

Feeling:
In Arri's presence, it's normal to feel welcome, safe and relaxed, even when not a paying customer.  She takes the Landing seriously, damnit.  The management has faith in her, and she repays that trust with complete loyalty.

Arri generates faint levels of energy, venting it greatly when upset, or when overtaken by any other strong emotions.

Taste:
It would be best to ask someone who has tasted her.

A Second opinion: Loyal, trustworthy and way too concerned with the reputation of those and what she represents. Someone good to know, even if, definitely, there is something weird about her.


Name: Arri Akane Ash. (Most people call her Arri)
Species: Human?
Sex: Female
Gender: Demi-girl
Height: 5'4?
Build: Athletic, a gymnast's body with modest curves
Hair: Deep red
Eyes: Auburn or bright red
Age: Early twenties?
Sexual Orientation: Sapphic Demi-Sexual
Sexual Disposition: Switch
Combat Role: Distraction, Meat-shield.
Relationship Status: Taken in both body and soul
Tattoos: Red and black markings along her arms and pelvis.


She isn't real.  I can't make her real.