(04/26 Update)

A pale redhead human woman of average height, in her early twenties, possibly of Kara-Turan heritage; her porcelain skin is soft and unblemished.  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. The tension in her form is visible from a distance.  

Usual First Impressions: Unobservant, distant to the point of rudeness, socially awkward, tense and maybe even prudish, even if, yeah, she's seen it all before.  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 the most Sinfarian common shade of deep red, 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 eyes are an unnatural and rare auburn, yet can emit a halo of 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.  In a plane where everyone seems to have bright red eyes, Arri's stand out, if only because she lets them express her emotions in ways the rest of her seems to struggle with.

A body built for running, for climbing, for hauling, yet nimble enough to dodge most objects, her gymnast?s form 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, giving her an unmistakably feminine shape, with hips and glutes fitting for the powerful thighs below.

Her complexion is pale, anemic, and her skin is almost-flawless, aside from an unnatural and faint scar running from her left shoulder and down to her right hip, sometimes when her outfit reveals that part of her body. On both arms are tattoos of a design that does, or did mean something at some point, yet with made of imperfections as if copied by memory many times over. Getting a good look at her face, someone might wonder if she'd always been Kara-Turan.

A tailored vest, a barmaid's corseted blouse, a laborer's hard-wearing pants and jacket overtop thick boots, a hand-sewn silk kimono or something more elegant;  Arri seems at ease in many styles, almost always in black and red; she dresses modestly unless around certain people, and within a setting she holds an advantage.

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. 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.


Arri almost never relaxes, as she openly examines settings in a calculating manner; Insists upon brewing a kettle of tea, or strictly enforces the amount of bullshit going on around her.  But there are times one might see how she brightens up, even genuinely smiling in the presence of a few close to her, letting herself relax in their company.

On a wholly different level, though, someone might notice that 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's furrowed or raised brow.  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 lullabies and the kitchen, on-pitch but without range or projection.  Soothing for those in her care, and not off-putting to anyone waiting for a drink.

Speaking without discernable 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.

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.  All of this is hidden behind the scent of someone else, notably when Arri is wearing her scarf.

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, 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.  When Arri is the host, feelings of hospitality, safety and community are strong.  Especially when a pot of tea is shared, or the rivers of commerce flow.

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


Sense:
For those who can read such things: Arri generates faint levels of energy, venting it greatly when upset or overtaken by any other strong emotion. Her mind cannot be read by those who would try, nor her memories. Her intent, motivations and goals are always clear; as she assures and demonstrates.

Arri has been around  for what seems like an eternity to a community of shifting population, tourists and even generations of movers-and-shakers.  It doesn?t take a scholar, private investigator or omnipotent being to notice the details of Arri Ash, it just means asking the right person. For all the stories told about the reagent saleswoman, security consultant, welcoming host and agoraphobic face of the Landing, there is a single common thread: Arri is honest, with no ulterior motives, and no patience for those with them.

A Second opinion: Loyal, trustworthy and way too concerned with the reputation of those she loves and what she represents. True to her words, her family and her friends.  Someone good to know, even if, definitely, there is something weird about her. She is worth watching, especially within her element.

"A dear loving friend with the social grace of a drunk dwarf."

Name: Arri Akane Ash or Ariel A.M. Ash (most people call her Arri)
Species: Human?
Sex: Female
Gender: Demi-girl
Height: 5'4?
Complexion: Pale,flawless, almost anemic
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.