07-09-2014, 04:21 AM
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Cherise is everything you’d expect from a consummate mercenary and outlaw: lean, wiry, and practical. Her armor is scuffed and scratched, but otherwise solid, and her blade, while neither new nor particularly fancy or special, is wicked sharp. She is neither tall nor short, standing at perhaps five and a half feet tall, and bears herself with a mix of confident swagger and eerie alertness, something emphasized by her very grey, nearly white irises. Her shoulder-length jet-black hair is usually tied back for convenience’s sake.
She tends not to speak much around people she doesn’t know, for professional reasons, but around friends she’s actually quite jovial.
Cherise is everything you’d expect from a consummate mercenary and outlaw: lean, wiry, and practical. Her armor is scuffed and scratched, but otherwise solid, and her blade, while neither new nor particularly fancy or special, is wicked sharp. She is neither tall nor short, standing at perhaps five and a half feet tall, and bears herself with a mix of confident swagger and eerie alertness, something emphasized by her very grey, nearly white irises. Her shoulder-length jet-black hair is usually tied back for convenience’s sake.
She tends not to speak much around people she doesn’t know, for professional reasons, but around friends she’s actually quite jovial.