+She enters from the sands...+ -- Gates of Arabia

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Date Posted: 19:38:09 05/15/01 Tue
Author: Tyger
Subject: +She enters from the sands...+

+Her eyes are cold and calculating, though a striking emerald. Long, ebony hair is loose, bound only by a single fillet. A light burnous made of the finest crimson hangs from her shoulders, sheltering her already bronze skin from the heat of the desert. Her history, her past are known only to her, though her exotic beauty betrays her non-pure desert lineage. Her steps are graceful, but she is not a dancer in the typical sense of the word. She is a sword-dancer, bred of the sands, raised of the desert. She is striking, yes, but in more than the typical sense of the word. She learned early on that her exquisite beauty would cause her trouble, and indeed it has, but nothing that couldn't be solved by the sword poking over one shoulder or the silver dagger hilts glinting from her boot-tops. The finely bred Arabian she led was as exotic as she, with a silver color worthy of a sultan's palace. A gift from a sheikh, the stallion was one only she could ride. Barq he is called, Arabic for lightning, and he lives up to his name: shocking, flashy, and fast. The woman continues on, giving the guards a contemptuous glance, drawing an evil hooked dagger as her token of admittance.

Name: Tyger, the only name known to this wildcat
Age: unknown
Gender: female
Species: human
Race: desert-bred
Appearance: long, silky ebony hair, offset by striking emerald eyes. A dancer's figure and a dancer's grace, and all the beauty of a princess.
Personality: ruthless, even tempered, often described as cold, though this southern beauty is very much the opposite...

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