Age: 18
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 120lbs
Personality: While Sevaara looks a bit on the rough side, she had the personality of a spoiled tub of eggs. Curt, honest to the point of rude, and radically unsociable, Sevaara has always gotten along with animals better than people. Whether that was the rats, cats, and dogs of Zarash'Ka or the snakes and lizards of the forests and swamps. She also revels in the hunt and has absolutely no qualms over the prey. Once she is set on the track, she is dogged and merciless in seeing that the target is brought down. This has put her on the bad side of more than a few individuals over the years. The only soft spot she seems to have is for her mentor, Gloam, and her clansmen. Pretty nearly everyone else gets the cold shoulder if they are lucky.
Appearance: Sevaara has a collection of features that ought to make her cute, but something in how they combine is just off. She is thin, slight, with smooth muscles. She had small hands with delicate, agile fingers. Her nose and lips are petites. her eyes shine an emerald green. Her hair hangs in silvery, gray braids except long bangs which cover the right side of her face. But something make her thinness gaunt rather than cute, her eyes glint with anger rather than mirth, her mouth twists in a sneer rather than a smile. and her fingers tend to crab and claw at the air. Of course, she is unaware of this. She is aware that her right eye is slightly larger and bulges out from a childhood sickness, so she covers it and thinks herself presentable. Instead, she gives off waves of contained violence and malice.