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Name | Salara Kel’Halavath | ||||
Age | 8 (looks mid-thirties) | ||||
Sex | Female | ||||
Race | Kelvic, Catamount | ||||
Origin | Sunberth | ||||
Date of Birth | 42 Winter, 509 AV | ||||
Current Residence | Sunberth |
physical description
One will find Salara a slender, battle-hardened creature colored cream with highlights of red. Tresses are often worn long and free or in a ragged tail down her back. Her length measures 6 feet - head to toe/tip to tail, stone weight 150 in either form. In her youth, she was branded a Kelvic slave by a black tattoo of a catamount’s face. These marks were usually made upon a slave's hand; but Salara fought back; so instead, the slave trader inked the mark upon the back of her neck so she could not easily receive the status offered to a slave in that region. It was her first battle which she considered a 'win.'
Webs of silvery scars map her body but the only one visible in both her forms is a star-shaped pucker evident through her left shoulder. Those accustomed to wounds would recognize an arrow piercing from back to front. Treachery? Cowardice? Betrayal? Pain lingers in the depths of her amber feline eyes yet she will not comment upon the situation that resulted in her being shot in the back; but for baring pointed teeth in a hiss and sharp nails digging deep crescents into her large palms. One wouldn’t know that the shoulder piercing mark matches a scar on her heart; however, a perceptive individual might catch a distance in her gaze or an inexplicable one of empty longing when in the presence of Zith.
Salara generally prefers being cloaked and draped in loose clothes for easy disrobing. Moving with an animalistic grace she appreciates the feel of fine cloth shifting fluidly against her skin, at least in times when her income can support it.
Webs of silvery scars map her body but the only one visible in both her forms is a star-shaped pucker evident through her left shoulder. Those accustomed to wounds would recognize an arrow piercing from back to front. Treachery? Cowardice? Betrayal? Pain lingers in the depths of her amber feline eyes yet she will not comment upon the situation that resulted in her being shot in the back; but for baring pointed teeth in a hiss and sharp nails digging deep crescents into her large palms. One wouldn’t know that the shoulder piercing mark matches a scar on her heart; however, a perceptive individual might catch a distance in her gaze or an inexplicable one of empty longing when in the presence of Zith.
Salara generally prefers being cloaked and draped in loose clothes for easy disrobing. Moving with an animalistic grace she appreciates the feel of fine cloth shifting fluidly against her skin, at least in times when her income can support it.