Ashanti
Portrait
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All copper tones and racial ambiguity, Ashanti carries herself with a lax sway to her hips and the passive, drifting gaze common in those vaguely dissociated. Deep auburn hair falls past her shoulders, mostly hiding the young half-breed's ears and framing a bronzed visage of freckles and delicate, exotic features. Short and lean in muscle, she is likely not martially capable; instead she favors calculated, light-footed maneuvers with a vulpine smile rarely far from her lips. Her voice was of a middle range; articulate, calm and with a smoky quality.
Her wardrobe consisted mostly of undyed cloth and corsetry tailored to flatter her proportioned figure; fashionable, but inexpensive and with a thought or two to function. She kept little more than necessities on her person; a small satchel, a simple utility knife and an old pistol were strung along her belt, while an old, odd, but seemingly worthless coin hung from her neck. Under the warm scent of thieves oil one would catch the lingerings of frankincense and tobacco clinging to her hair and clothes. A keen observer might find that despite their shared flecks of gold, the colors of her eyes didn't quite match. It was a bewitching subtlety and a contrast that, once noticed, could not be unseen: the left an earthy, soulful jade, while the right resembled a cut aquamarine and was just as rigid. Commonly trailing her sluggishly or loitering nearby was an old, hefty hound - clearly a safeguard by the way his attention seemed more on their surroundings than her. Some scars littered his snout and brow, and more (and worse) were hidden under his long, thick fur of grey and tan. |
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| Player: | Antheia |
| Gender (Visually): | Female |
| Race (Visually): | Human |