Samantha
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Age: 21 Race: Human Gender: Female "Mah nayme is Sam, so dun be callen meh Samantha, roight?" --------------What you see------------- You see before you a woman forged by the icy winds of Icenfar. Built to endure the elements of such a harsh environment and all the hard work that comes with such a life. The woman stands at 5'7" (170 cm) though she seems to appear taller. A statuesque figure, made shapely with both muscle as well as womanly curves. Her hair falls down past her shoulders, in a deep shade of obsidian. Often having a windblown, tousled appearance to it, she keeps it up in a ponytail fastened with a bone crafted hairpin. Each of her ears hold piercings that trail down along the edges. Studs and hoops crafted from materials found from nature. She has a strong looking face. Intense eyes are pools of copper brown expressing her emotions quite easily. Her cheekbones are high set, ensuring her face still holds its feminine appearance. Her nose is neither to sharp nor too rounded. Suiting her features just right. Her lips look to be soft, though without being overly pillowy. She has an angular jaw line that polishes off the strong features she wears so well. Her neck slopes down to broad shoulders, shoulders that have know hard work and training. Her arms are corded with muscle, though without managing to make her look masculine. Her chest is proportionate to the rest of her frame, neither too large nor too small. Perhaps a pleasing handful by human standards. Her abdomen is tightly muscled, the hints of her abs displayed just under the skins surface. Her legs are no different than the rest of her. Long and well toned. Thighs thickly muscled from both hard work and riding horses across the frozen lands she lives in. --------------What you get-------------- Sam is most certainly a no nonsense sort of woman. She speaks in a thick northern accent, never afraid to speak her mind when she feels the need to. One might be surprised to find she is, in fact, approachable. Friendly to most anyone so long as they do not give her reason not to be. Willing to lend a hand when asked, but just as readily able to lend a punch to someone who rubs her the wrong way and brings out the barbarian rage in her. She makes no effort to change herself to please others or to fit in, accepting herself for the strong individual she is and expecting others will do so as well. If not, well, that is hardly her concern. Sometimes her mannerisms in social situations may seem odd to city dwelling folk, but being raised in Icenfar did not exactly lend to her getting a lot of exposure to civilized behavior. Not one to enjoy being touched, as she hardly see's the reason or need to greet someone in a physical manner she tends to react poorly to it. Definitely not recommended that people attempt to randomly snuggle up with her. Other little more civilized manners might be notably lacking, such as table manners and etiquette, but who needs that in the frozen wastelands? Etiquette does not catch you dinner, nor keep a roof over your head. If one is to get her talking about Icenfar and its citizens they will come to discover she has something of a love/hate relationship with them. A deep seeded anger still dwells for the invading civilization that pressed her clan further and further northward. Though, at the same time she is eternally grateful to them for taking her in when she left her clan and home. Want to know more about Sam and her life? Well then , you'll just have to talk to her, won't you? |
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| Player: | Sour Socks |
| Gender (Visually): | Female |
| Race (Visually): | Human |