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Kaari "Ri" Virell
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Gender: Female
Age: 27
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Appearance:
She is a slip of a woman, small and easily over looked, and that is just the way that she likes it. She carries herself with confidence, but not quite arrogance. Her height of 5'3" gives her the ability to seem small and unimposing, but that isn't quite the case. She has an athletic and fit body, strong where it most counts. She may not look it, but she has plenty of muscle to go along with her dangerous skill set. She's pure woman, hour glass figure and all, with a cunning edge and a promise of exciting danger.
Her face is heart shaped, her cheek bones high and rosy and her jaw line soft yet defined. Her nose slopes gently until the tip, where it curves upwards into a cute little button. Her lips are soft and plump, hiding a breath taking— or occasionally terrifying pearly white smile. Her doe like eyes are circled by dark, long lashes. Their color are like that glacier ice, bright and crystalline. They are rather unsettling, piercing into the deepest part of one's soul as if she can stare straight into it. When the light hits, they almost seem to glow, giving her an even more ethereal look.
Kaari has pale, porcelain skin, littered with scars. Only her face is safe from the marring, but as for the rest of her, thin, shinning scars remind her of all the times she had almost met death whilst serving it up to others. Her hair is long and thick, the lucious blonde color gleaming whenever the sunlight hits. It has a natural curl, though typically it is kept tied back into a braid with rogue pieces framing her face. When working, she often finds herself wearing a hood and a mask that covers the lower portion of her face, leaving mostly her eyes visible to the unfortunate souls that meet the end of her blade. She prefers the feel of leather armor and leggings on her person, but she has been known on occasion to dress formally, like the lady she most definitely is not. She'll wear gossamer silk of the highest quality for her most special appearances in court and even jewels at her neck. She may feel out of place, but she certainly won't look it.
Personality:
Kaari is a master of masks— a chameleon in both shadow and society. As an assassin and spy, she has built her reputation on precision, ruthlessness, and a razor-sharp mind that misses almost nothing. Every movement, every glance, every word from her lips is calculated, often laced with double meaning or quiet threat. She walks through noble courts with the poise of a lady and stalks through moonlit alleys with the silence of death itself. Her reputation precedes her, whispered in fear and fascination alike, for Kaari does not miss her mark, and she does not show mercy.
Her cunning-ness is her greatest weapon, rivaled only by her ability to seduce and manipulate. Kaari understands the power of desire and isn’t afraid to wield it. A flirtatious smile, a brush of her fingers, a feigned vulnerability? Those are as deadly as any blade she carries. She uses charm like a dagger, slipping it between the cracks of her enemies’ defenses until they bleed secrets. Yet, her beauty is a shield just as much as it is a lure; few see the calculating fire behind her eyes until it’s too late.
But beneath the hardened steel of her exterior lies a woman forged by loss, betrayal, and isolation. Her stone heart was not born— it was built, one painful memory at a time. Those rare few who break through her defenses discover someone unexpectedly tender. Kaari feels deeply, though she rarely shows it; loyalty, when earned, is given completely. Her laughter, when it comes, is genuine and bright, almost startling in contrast to the cold persona she wears like armor. In the quiet moments between missions, when she can finally breathe, the true Kaari flickers to life: warm, playful, and achingly human.
She longs for connection, though she rarely admits it, and fears that softness makes her weak. But that same emotional depth gives her strength most underestimate. Kaari is not just a killer or a spy, she is a survivor. And in a world built on secrets, steel, and blood, it is the woman beneath the mask who just might be the most dangerous of all.
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Winter Month: 3 
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