Description:

Despite her middling height and the lack of meat on her bones, there's something scrappy about her. A waifish build and dark kohl around her eyes make Azra look like a girl who's seen some hard years. The heavy makeup doesn't quite hide the evidence of hungry days and sleepless nights, but it adds a certain weariness to her aloof expression, the way her large blue eyes survey the world like she couldn't care less. Her face is narrow, her nose wide in the bridge, upturned at the end and smattered with freckles in between, distinctive but not unpleasant. Her lips, when not in a sullen line, are capable of a feline smile, suggestive, scheming and secretive. She has dark hair, shoulder-length and often left to hang in a wild, rumpled mess of waves and probably snarls or gathered up in a careless mass atop her head.

Now that the cool weather is setting in, layers appear; the collar of a man's pale shirt peaks out from under the ridiculously huge gray sweater that dwarfs her frame. It falls in a generous lump to nearly obscures the hem of a drab-colored dress so short that it's not unsual to glimpse her dark underpants in the midst of some immodest movement or position. Coltish legs are bare and exposed at the thigh, but a pair of black-and-olive striped stockings cling near her knees, always in the process of slipping down. Those legs appear all the more spindly with the heavy black boots she wears. There are usually far more bangles and necklaces on her than is really necessary and the colder it gets, the more often she wears a leather jacket that barely fits with the bulk of sweater underneath.

Past:

Like so many traders, Azra's background is unknown, or at least unrealiable. So when people say that she claims to have been born to a young trader girl, raised on a farm and is now off searching for her wayward mother, they're probably making it up. Especially the part where they imply that Azra is telling anyone anything.

Present:

She looks so much like the quintessential gypsy that even other traders might call her a shady nomad. Which also means that she might stand out enough to be recognized as 'that girl'.

She reads tarot cards for a rather affordable price. (And no, her player isn't making up stuff just so it fits. Spooky, no?)

She lives in and works from a grungy little tent with such meager belongings that she could pack up and disappear in the blink of an eye.

She shares that tent with Korry, though the nature of their relationship is vague considering they've both been seen canoodling with other people.

She sells cigarettes and pot, though Korry seem to shoulder the brunt of that business. She'll also sell the jewelry right off her person.

She smokes. A lot. Usually clove cigarettes, which have a hint of spice or perfume about them.

One for the road:

She keeps a knife and a spoon in her boots and is equally good with both.

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Burning Skies MUSH

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