Xariah the Usurper
| Age 139 years |
| Gender Female |
| Origin Elf from Suldaza |
| Occupation Mercenary |
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?
Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far,
Before you agonise them in farewell?
Oh, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains,
Holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell,
How the hot blood rushed wildly through the veins,
Beneath your touch, until you waved farewell.
Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float
On those cool waters where we used to dwell,
I would have rather felt you round my throat,
Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!
Kashmiri Song Laurence Hope
Appearance
| Height 5'9 |
| Build Athletic |
| Hair Black; cut short |
| Eyes Crimson |
- Elongated ears with multiple piercings. She prefers gold over silver.
- The black markings on her face, neck, and arms come from her servitude to a tyrant.
- She enjoys keeping her eyebrows neat and short, which makes her look more serious and severe than if she kept them round and full.
- Consistently lining her eyes with kohl.
- She is not the tallest elf one has seen, though her lack of height is likely due to malnutrition in her youth.
- While athletic, she has a frame that seems fragile and thin. Many people have commented on how tiny her wrists are.
Personality
Unforgiving, brutal, and heavy-handed, Xariah is known for results and for using the universal language of broken bones and blood to get what she wants. As a woman of little words, who finds it a waste even to acknowledge bootlickers, it's easier to tell what she's thinking by noticing the subtle changes that she'll display on her face.
Skills
Excellent with a sword, bow, and arrow, and it isn't bad with hand-to-hand combat either. She is an excellent tactician, and so while she has met foes head-on, there is always some sort of planning that has happened.
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