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*-+=+-Height-+=+-*  5'1

*-+=+-Weight-+=+-*  130 lbs

*-+=+-Hair-+=+-*  Black

*-+=+-Eyes-+=+-*  Brown

*-+=+-Skin-+=+-*  Bronze

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Hateful diatribes and bitter, insincere smiles were all that most people could coax from the woman known as Salihah.  Paranoid and distrusting by nature, she seemingly made a point of avoiding interpersonal relationships and getting to know those around her.  Vivid scars from past encounters of physical violence were carried upon her cheeks; a forced smile carved into the flesh as if to prove an ironic point.

It was through empty eyes that she appraised the world around her, and she seemed to never expect much out of anyone.  A woman of few words was she, though when provoked her voice dripped in venom, with poison tainting the exotic curses she spewed at whatever unfortunate victim had riled her up.

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Sun darkened skin hinted at a life spent beneath it's beating rays, and the physique of her athletic, buxom figure suggested rigorous physical activity coupled with an adequate diet.  There was a sort of confidence in the way she carried herself, though those with keen senses would note the bleary, blood shot gaze and the hint of whiskey which often lingered upon her breath.

Various inked drawings had been tattooed into her skin, and the pictures told a story of war, love, and loss.  The clothing she wore could be considered practical, however the pieces were by no means no, and some items were even a bit tattered.  Rarely seen outside of the company of her traveling companion, Sekhah, she seemed to be wholly unfamiliar with her surroundings, and watched the happenings around her with suspicion.

When free of the heavy scarf and cowl she typically wore, her features were what most would consider to be pretty by any standard, however the scars she wore along with the often displeased or even disgusted expression which plagued her features made her one most would be hesitant to approach.  

Upon her hair, skin, and even clothing lingered the scent of frankincense and blue lotus, their combined smells creating an earthy, sweet, and spicy mix that was rather unique.
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