Name: Sariyu L’kara [known as Sari to whoever wants to keep their tongue] Age: 254 Race: Elf Occupation: Countess of Nadindel Allegiance: To herself. Physical Description:
Sariyu is beautiful, but then again, what elf isn’t? She isn’t the tallest of elves, something most people notice almost immediately: she stands at barely five feet, weighing barely 100 pounds. When wet. And she’s actually happy about being five feet tall, since she was afraid she was going to be four feet forever. Now, just because she’s little doesn’t mean she doesn’t pack a punch – though she normally disapproves of using violence, that doesn’t mean she can’t kick your butt if you piss her off. Under dusky golden skin, muscles dance, showing that she isn’t some tiny weakling.
Like most Elves, Sari is a beauty. Long, silver hair tinted golden at the end falls in waves down her back, though most of the time she has it pinned up, since it irritates her down. It frames her feline-like face, her bangs pushed off to one side and tucked behind her ears. She normally has various beads braided into it, or bells that tinkle when she moves. Her eyes are the feature that catches most people’s attention: they are a deep, almost endless, violet colour. She’s sort of self-conscious of them, and doesn’t normally meet someone’s eyes for very long.