Kiara

Elven Adventurer

“Shall we dance?” flips a dagger end-for-end

You see a tall, lithe figure leaning back against a wall; her tricorn hat perches atop a river of dirty blond hair gathered in a loose ponytail, streaming back in the wind as she tilts her head inquiringly, revealing a pointed ear. Knowing eyes over an impish grin toss out a challenge... or possibly an invitation. Her clothes are rough leathers, dappled in dark grey and green, without any betraying glint of metal or gem. While she seems utterly relaxed, something tells you that she could be off the wall and at your throat in an instant. She seems to notice your wariness, and her grin widens a bit as she winks at you.

Kiara seems to be dancing through life to her own piper; rarely settling down for too long and never putting down roots, she seems content to wander around doing whatever seems to be fun or interesting. While she looks like a high elf, she usually doesn't act like one... though an occasional remark lets slip that she might know more about the Elf Queen's court than she lets on. Pressing too hard on this is one of the few ways to get her seriously mad. While she loves cities, she also shows great appreciation for parks and greenery, and can talk fondly of sylvan forests and deep wooden groves.

Once in a while, she'll invite someone to come look at the moon with her; when they return, her partner is usually sweating, breathing heavily, and shaking in mortal fear for their life. After giving them a comforting clap on the back (sometimes with an 'Aww, the drop wasn't that bad!' mixed in for good measure), she'll guide them to a tavern seat and buy them some liquid anesthesia with a condescending smirk, before whistling casually out the door.

No one seems to know where the tricorn hat came from. Kiara ain't talking.