F L A S H P O I N T

Lol, wasn't sure who to apply for until I saw you slap a song from The Cure on this girl. .-.

Plus, mmmm.. light and stealthy seems fun to roleplay. ♥

I spy.. something beginning with S.
Name: Saga "The Thief"

Appearance: She was born of fire and never left, its presence lingering in the unruly kinks of her thick fur as they reached for the warmth of the sun and came alive when they caught the life of the wind- like flames living within her very hide. She wore her cape of fire with pride- its auburn and russet hues blending into swirls of chaotic disarray with no symmetry to their structure. Without any real starting point, the early workings of her inherited vitiligo dusted areas of her form in small patches of white, like ice thrown on to those flames in a feeble attempt to put the fire out. For as catastrophic as her tangled mess of fur seemed to be, her demeanor was anything but in tune with such madness. Natural waves of her fur caused her to appear unkempt, but closer inspection spoke of nearly obsessive levels of preening to keep her thick fur free of clutter and shed. She was pristine, elegant, and royally beautiful.

Her eyes would contrast her unruly appearance, a cool shade of amethyst that shimmered with studious intent. They were as calm and captivating as shallow waters reflecting a twilight sky, though dangerously poisonous to any that stopped to indulge in them. Coquettish gaze was fearlessly serene to any and all that it befell upon, unabashed by most everything due to the nature of their spawning. Her eyes told of a calculating mind, webs within her mind ever weaving as she devoured every piece of information discovered by her. She wasn't one to forget, she wasn't one to miss anything that ran by her. She was lighter than her brothers, quicker than anyone she knew- and without a heart to tell her otherwise, she would seize everything that her watchful eyes and sharp mind came across with stealth and precision in every fiber of her being.

Personality: If her constant state of elegant poise told anyone anything about her, it was of her pride. She was proud of the family she was born into, proud of the body she'd been blessed with, proud of the capable mind and prowess within her. She was well aware she was strong-minded, well-aware of her ego. She was borderline narcissistic to any and all she came across, inadvertently coming off as condescending- but she was aware. Her voice, soft and melodic in a natural whisper, chimed very seldom as her social tact fell short due to her lack of consideration for anyone outside of herself.

Her family was an extension of her, and therefore she was loyal to them first and foremost. Everything about their roots and upbringing made her who she was, and she would be damned if she let any of her family taint their name. Their name was her name and thus, the ever-watchful girl had an unhealthy obsession with meddling in the affairs of her siblings. Like an over-protective mother, she was ever glued to their side. She could possibly be seen as manipulative, but this was something she would never admit if accused- as to her, she was simply guiding them into doing what was best for their saga.

Example Post: Coming soon.