« on: March 03, 2017, 06:34:00 PM »
Ileana Petri
The Borcan woman wore clothing fit for royalty if it were not for their tattered state, having been torn down by time and more material things. The mismatched jewellery of different metals and sizes she wore on her person seemed to serve as a distraction away from the state of her being - despite being tall and of a well-toned physique, her calloused hands, the scars and bruises, her glares of suspicion and superstition, and the habitual skittering to and fro, would point to a lifetime, or so it'd seem, spent in squalor, on the streets.
The rather unremarkable visage that held all those telltale signs also holds home to a pair of blue eyes, and atop its crown, pale hay hair in messy disarray, even if there would be some signs of attempted care.
On her hip she wore the scabbard of a saber, one that clattered along with the clinking of her bangles, and was entirely untouched.
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