Another chaos race for the planes
Children born from limbo, Cansin
They've got no rhyme or reason
They'll take a point and prove the opposite

Beware when around the discords
Anything Could Happen...

It should come as a surprise to none that a literal embodiment of chaos has found her way to the pocket dimension dubbed Sinfar. The female being's original where or when is impossible to discern even after extended presence in her vicinity. A complex mismatch of products old and new are scattered over her person, phrases from planes familiar and less well-known slipping off her tongue. It's a good thing her gear is distinct since her colours are ever-shifting. Some would think her a shifter or changeling abusing her powers in a bid for attention, haughtily showing off her chameleon's skill.

Her personality is fitting to her kind leaving her prone to simply walking away from those who hold nothing interesting to draw her attention. It makes it hard to get a good examination of her visually or to get to know the cansin. A lucky few can catch her standing completely still staring intently at nothing. The girl's eyes flicker, ears subtly perking, following along to whatever private show she's privy to. Difficult to catch her attention without invading her personal space there'd be plenty of time in that situation to examine what chaos can spawn.

Short, frizzy pink hair falls into her face and sticks up from her head in layers of various lengths. Mainly rotating between one short and one longer hair-style jet black strands drape down her shoulders in a single, longer layer of hair when it's not cropped. The two colours can and do change, blending together in nearly identical hues and other times contrasting badly. The same is true for her eyes in that they are nearly always heterochromic: the left an icy blue that has a disturbingly transformable black pupil and the right purely the pink of her hair (lacking any pupil).
Her left pupil is a swirling dark mass that shifts into different shapes triggered by her varying sharp degrees of emotions yet the shapes (arcane, historical, infernal, celestial, etc.) taken rarely relate to the situation at hand.

Aside from the "gifts" granted to her through her heritage the most note-worthy aspect of her appearance would be the odd scar that is the only consistent fixture on her milky white skin. Sitting at the top bridge of her nose a deep mass of scarred tissue remains from what looks like some manner of dull blade carving into the spot. Mainly composed of a large, widening line across her nose, there's a far cleaner cut extending from the main scar towards the right that must have been cut afterwards using a sharper blade. The scarred line runs along under her blank pink eye stopping just under the pointed corner in a tiny, harder to discern symbol.

Piercings and tattoos aren't an uncommon feature... especially since she appears to abuse her sorceress powers. Jewelry, piercings, and tattoos are all ever-shifting accessories that leave behind no sign of where they'd previously been. Curious that she can avoid damaging her skin on the fly- in fact, aside from her nose her skin is completely free of any other mars in the surface. Ears, eyebrows and lips normally feature silver loops, pointed spikes or some combination of the two while never having enough metal on her face to be over crowded. Dead languages, runes and other symbols of arcane origin feature in her tattoos complimentary to that creepy eye of hers.

Reaching a different height for each day she'd be measured she's never more than a few feet apart tending towards changes of mere inches just to mess with others. She has a few elf-like features mainly in her softly pointed ears, angled eyes and the curves of her face. Her bust and bottom is far more rounded than a full blooded elf's, unusually sharp fangs housed in her mouth and filed, pointed claws on her uncalloused hands. Following her is the scent that lingers in the air just before it rains: damp plant, earth and ozone that warns about the chaotic storm to come.

While most of the expanse of her skin is pale she easily flares up in hues of pinks that could have a variety of causes from emotional outbursts to physical exertion. Surprisingly, the type of physical exertion she performs the most has little to do with the sexual escapees that were so common to this plane. The graceful form holds hints at what this is: curved, toned and flexible she has a body shaped through bounding spins and rolling drops learnt in the dance of fighting. Dancing is a very appropriate term to describe the chaotic's fighting style that was unconventional at best.

Using only a single armor set outside of her casual wear the set is a mixture of leather and metal plating. The woman's obvious arcane inclinations would make her unusually aggressive fighting methods and armor baffling... It only gets worse the first time someone sees her shadow dance in metal. Not to say combat mages or shadowdancers in full plate aren't seen but the outsider makes use of these tactics in methods not often employed. Firstly, her natural arcane abilities are highly volatile the way only chaos magic could be. Anyone familiar with the wild mages of Faerun (and other planes) wouldn't have much difficulty realizing the type of arcane user she is.
It's far harder to pin down her disappearing acts. Only advanced shadowdancers would realize she isn't actually using shadows to cloak herself when she steps between other's visibility.

"Berks wrongly assume good and evil is what matters in the multiverse. Cutters know that it is law and chaos which governs."

Race: Cansin (Rare Planetouched Subtype)
Body type: Shortstack
Body Mods: Piercings, tattoos, scar
Profession: Chaos Sorcerer, Plane-walker
Weapon of Choice: Set of rapiers
Personality: Silent or too loud, no inbetween
Alignment: Chaotic - Chaotic, might screw you or screw you over or both
Likes: Playing dice in Calimport, long walks on the beach, stalking someone who's stalking someone else, drinking the blood of her enemies from a skull goblet, accents

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