Ashanti Sanaa
Don't let the eyepatch, scowl, and webwork of scars across bronze skin fool you, Ashanti is usually a sweety. Unless your a slaver, a bully or otherwise a scum bag and then she tends to beat the snot out of you. Also...Don't steal her food if you want to live.
She bears the brands of a Slave from one of the Desert kingdoms, though clearly she is free now. Free enough to walk right past her face on a Bounty notice in fact sent out from that same Desert nation looking to get their escape gladiatrix slave back...
She walks with what seem to be thin black leather gloves on her feet so her toes can move freely. Her outfit hangs heavier than it should, a little stiffer maybe than such a loose open mesh affair should aside from the elbow and knee bracers bearing Demon faces.
She is pretty in a scuffed up hard edged way, fit with defined muscle and grace. Her right hazel eye constantly appraising, and body full of energy pent up like Steam in Kettle.