A delicate desert flower with all the beauty and frailty and no thorns in sight. Amira's skin is dusky and sunkissed, and yet seems as smooth as the sort of silks only royalty could afford. There's not a callous or blemish on her, the girl's only modifications including a pair of pierced ears decorated with gold and sapphire and a tattoo of a desert rose on her leg. Her feet seem to be at home in light, comfortable sandals, and yet they seem to have not done too much walking in their time. The young girl at all appearances is one who has lived with little lacking.

Her body is divinely proportioned, her coming of age granting her with it all the gifts that maturity could bestow on a young woman. Soft, sapphire-blue eyes are framed by diaphanous dark hair, natural curls and waves like drifting smoke keeping them at a state between obedient and unruly. Her abdomen is taut and displays a definite hint of musculature beneath, the slope of it giving into slightly flared hips and the little arched grooves running towards her pelvis. Her appealing chest is kept hidden behind airy tops and dresses, never too prudish nor too showing.

Her speech is soft and melodic, rarely raised. She carries a definite accent that doesn't get in the way of her speech, only giving it an exotic taste. Her diction hints at one born well into culture and education, and the rest of it hinting that a certain separation from the world's more grim realities also eluded her.

Altogether too often, however, Amira's eyes would shine with an intellect that isn't her own.

Lights: Most things! (Aside from anything that should be in a toilet, kitsune, silly rp, filth, excessive bodily fluids, anything disgusting. Anything in doubt, ask.)
If it isn't to my taste I'll avoid it. Being approached is a big plus! Initiative with her wins lots of points.

Disclaimer/Spoiler: Her speech and pronouns are very deliberate, not just inconsistent


//Cass:
"Nothing Good Ever Comes from Talins.."
-Common saying outside of Styria

Body:
Cassandra had the features of a born Styrian, and the accent of Talins to match. Her skin, while an attractive feature still, was weather-beaten, tanned, and the canvas for her share of scars. She had rich dark hair, so often wild and tamed with little but a loose ponytail down her back to her waist. It was a few shades short of a truly raven black, somewhat ashen in the right light, but was a striking complement on her, one among many.
Cassandra's body was a fighter's without losing anything feminine about it. She had a full chest (Mid C cup) to push the comfort of armor, a slim waist and slightly flared set of hips that trailed down to long and lean legs. Those legs bore, at their peak, a very pleasant rear that, as if a favor to the world, tended to be clad in tight and thin leathers. She would not shy to show her stomach now and then either, a flat expanse of tanned skin with a pleasant set of defined muscle just under the surface of it. Her arms, legs, and back alike showed that sort of muscle, partly hidden but very much present when she moved.

Face:
Framed by her hair was a set of features to match the body they belonged to. Her eyes were bright hazel, not strictly exotic, but certainly interesting. Her brows were slender and expressive, her lips full and pink. They had a habit of showing teeth in many of her expressions, easily molding into quirks and smirks, leers and sneers. Cassandra, while not strictly a lady of any court, had manners when she wanted them, and a sense of self-presentation nearly always close to mind. Her pretty face was further improved by tasteful makeup, when it was practical.

Equipment:
Cassandra conducted her life with what seemed a healthy dose of pragmatism, except from the few occasions where it lapsed into paranoia. Her spear, for one, rarely was left far to hand. A dagger, or perhaps more, adorned even her more casual attires. Those that were less casual had well-worn and well-made mail and leather, gear that had all seen plenty of road and had proven its worth in a fight.

Background:
She would have the air of a mercenary at times, as coarse as a sailor or as proper as a court dandy when each suited her best. In truth, she might have been one, but she tended to instead present her former occupation as a bodyguard first. Perhaps into her mid twenties by appearance, she couldn't have served all too long as one, but many a lady..or gentleman, would surely find peace or use in a girl like her always so close to hand..



Cassandra is herself open to most any gender or race, though not necessarily every person. Some would take more convincing than others. The player values good spelling and grammar, good emotes, thorough characters, and friendly dispositions

The player does not value any toilet things in erp or rp, any people annoying for the sake of it, godmodding, macho fault-less characters, and plenty more.

Bodily modification, kidnapping, slavery, rape, are all things that are best done with rp. Go ahead and do it, or try it, and if I take a dislike to it I'll be sure to let you know