Lia Sable
...a temporary title.
Physical Description
Race trademark blue eyes sparkle with a mischief rooted to her very soul, glances inquisitive and good natured. Sun bleached hair, a mass of curls that barely submit to a cloth bandanna tied in with the intention of pulling the locks out of her face. Sharp with delicate lines, the features of her face make her look older than she is, but one glance into those eyes and the estimated age range has to be widened in both directions. Tall and lanky, standing 6'1, her body lacks the fruits of hard labor and the long muscles leave her strong and streamlined.
Height: 6’1
Weight: 149 lbs
Age: 20-- 33 Fall, 492 AV
Character Concept
Sable was self interested. Everything in life was a game, and all games had both fun aspects and less fun aspects, and no games should be played if the enjoyable doesn't outweigh the tedious. Life had no meaning if it wasn't for pleasure. There was no duty if the end product didn't include a benefit for herself. This outlook on life conflicted harshly with the awkward position of suddenly being thrust into leadership. Even if it was only of one person. After the loss of the two senior, serious, members of the pod, the Pod's sense of direction evaporated like so many drops on the deck, leaving nothing but a whitish, bitter stain in its wake. Sable got around any sort of greater responsibility by taking the urgent sobriety out of any and every duty. This ideology works in a multitude of ways; her motivations are not to be confused with self absorption or selfishness.