Shiaran Whiteraven
The woman before you is distractingly beautiful. Long brown hair flows loose around a face bearing a perpetual smirk, as if life is one big humorous irony. Her irises are grey with a hint of dark blue, the color of storm clouds that obscure the sun, laden with rain that is about to fall.
She wears tight-fitting leather armor that matches her eyes over a fit, lithe form. She is not far past five feet tall, and perfectly proportioned in all the right places. Finger-less brown gloves cover long, slender fingers that move in precise, intentional movements. She is someone familiar with working with her hands to do more than write or sew. A dark indigo silk scarf covers her throat and trails down her back.
At her waist is a belt full of pouches of varying sizes. She wears two throwing daggers at her hips. Two more peek from the tops of her boots, which rise almost to her knees. A slightly curved katana is sheathed on her back, it's hilt rounded with merely a slight stop to prevent the hands from sliding up onto the blade. The hilt is large enough for two hands if need be. It's sheath is grey and bears a phoenix and dragon design.
The woman carries over her shoulder a black, silk satchel with arcane markings embroidered into it in silver thread. It is large enough to carry a small book or perhaps a sack lunch.
She wears tight-fitting leather armor that matches her eyes over a fit, lithe form. She is not far past five feet tall, and perfectly proportioned in all the right places. Finger-less brown gloves cover long, slender fingers that move in precise, intentional movements. She is someone familiar with working with her hands to do more than write or sew. A dark indigo silk scarf covers her throat and trails down her back.
At her waist is a belt full of pouches of varying sizes. She wears two throwing daggers at her hips. Two more peek from the tops of her boots, which rise almost to her knees. A slightly curved katana is sheathed on her back, it's hilt rounded with merely a slight stop to prevent the hands from sliding up onto the blade. The hilt is large enough for two hands if need be. It's sheath is grey and bears a phoenix and dragon design.
The woman carries over her shoulder a black, silk satchel with arcane markings embroidered into it in silver thread. It is large enough to carry a small book or perhaps a sack lunch.