Name: Salimah Mokrani
Race: Human
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 90 lbs
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black... most likely

"What does go on in that wrapped-up head? Well... beggars can't be choosers, I suppose."
-Scarlet

In the desert villages scattered around Damascus, whispers carry on sandy winds. Legends murmured, tales told, cautions given. Among these tongue-strung tapestries are fables of a dust-spattered spectre, rider of midnight gales, who wafts through towns in the quiet dark. Variously described as human, horse, or fusion thereof, those who brush with it find only windblown hoofprints under the morning sun, and a few missing crops in their stores.

Salimah Mokrani has never heard these stories, and certainly has never told them.

Invariably veiled by a baggy uniform and a cobalt cloth that blocks all but her smoke-hued eyes, Salimah is as much an enigma as Lyonshall has ever recruited, and seems at best unmotivated to address this fact. All that can be gleaned from her rare interactions are an apparent inability to speak, regardless of language, and a proclivity for animals, in particular the equine variety.

Unassuming, stiff, and obedient, it is anyone's guess why Salimah dutifully plays subject to Scarlet Perimones' ladyship... even the lady herself. But truly, few guesses have even been made, as the bronze-complexioned perplexion tends to fade into that obscurity that often hangs behind such stand-out figures as Scarlet.

And yet, inquisitive minds may wonder...
What could it be that haunts a ghost?