Child of the Storm

Sanin’andra is a woman of distinguished air, a concept conveyed by the slope of her shoulders, the curve of her lips, and the cant of her head. Yet she wears her expression like a veil, so that she might obscure the quiet savagery that lay beneath.Despite standing at a mere 5’6”, Sanin’andra cuts an impressive figure. She's shaped by the primal world in which she lives, maintaining a lithe build that lends itself to her prowess as an archer. And behind said build lies a particularly lengthy tail comprised almost entirely of sleek and glossy fur. That, coupled with similarly sleek ears atop her head, oft betray whatever she may be feeling at any given moment.A mantle of reddish, chestnut hair cascades past her jawline, reaching just below the height of her shoulders blades with, at times, softly curled ends, oftentimes embellished with a loose, pulled back braid or styled flat against her back. Slit pupils inherent to Seekers sit amid rose colored irises, those of which often harbor an unyielding curiosity. And in quiet contrast to the otherwise loud aspects of her features, an absurdly faint spray of freckles stretch across the bridge of her nose and pepper her cheeks.

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The salt of La Noscea runs through her veins, specifically that of a western strain.Born to a wayward sub sect of the Lynx tribe, known by locals as the ‘Tide Stalkers’, Sanin’andra knew little more than the coastal bluffs of western La Noscea and the pirates of Limsa Lominsa for the majority of her life. The world delving deeper into chaos, however, prompted her to depart from her patriarchal tribe and seek sanctuary midst the pirates of Limsa.However, she'd quickly sort out that piracy did not quell her innate restlessness, the daily routine aboard a ship far too stifling. She left the seas of La Noscea in favor of the lawlessness of bounty hunting. And now, she spends her days hunting marks and ensuring that her roots stay trimmed and shallow, never staying in one place for too long.

Given Name..............X'andra Kett
Alias..................Sanin'andra Kett
Affiliation...... Seekers of the Sun
Age........................ Twenty-nine
Occupation........... Bounty Hunter

With Eyes Closed

Wanderer

If her appearance does not strike the chord of recognition, Sanin'andra's voice might serve you better. Though her skill with the piano is fledgling, she has fostered her voice over many years, and she has indulged in a performance or two at taverns or whilst on jobs. You may very well recall one.

Wanderlust is a plague on her soul, and has been in her time away from her coastal tribe. An insatiable thirst guided her feet for many years, and during those years she's seen a great many faces. And done a great many things. Her face may bring with is a soft familiarity, perhaps you've seen her before?

Know Thy Enemy

Night Comes

There is safety in numbers. Unless you're a bounty hunter. Or, in a past life, a conwoman. Sanin'andra once lived a life brimming with uncertainty and has accumulated a handful of enemies along the way. The possibility that she once lightened your pockets in one way or another is slim, but not impossible.

A bandit on the run, narrowly evading the hand of the law. Or perhaps, a soul in need of a keen eye and a relentless spirit to retrieve a loved one. Regardless, Sanin'andra offers her expertise as a bounty hunter to satisfy your needs. And rumor has it, she's not one to ask questions.

helios, she/her, 26
timezone: pacific
discord: anotherhelios

my other OC: acreles salathiel

A bit about me:

I've been roleplaying for 10+ years now, am 21+ and require my partners to be as well for the sake of mature themes.For Sanin'andra specifically, I'm open to the typical routes: friendships, enemies, etc. This character is not open to romance in any form. And while I'm happy and willing to explore and write different scenes, I adore dark fantasy and horror genres.I do work full-time and have limited availability throughout the work week, leaving me mostly available during the weekend. But I can absolutely schedule in advance for something on a weeknight.As always, OOC ≠ IC.