Freebooter Bio - CC'ed by the Band

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Handle: badriyah

 

Division: Freelanders

 

Name: Sapphira Lunetta Belrose, aka "Pixie"

Age: 17

Country: Andor, mother from Tarabon

 

Weapon Score: 1

 

Appearance: Pixie has long dark blonde hair that usual appears tousled. Her eyes, though once

an icy blue like that of her twin's, have changed over time to become a deep dark blue akin to the

color of the ocean at night. She stands at 5'6 and has a feminine frame. Her face is beautiful, with

a high forehead, high cheek bones, a pouty though somewhat small mouth, and a porceline white

complexion. Her eyebrows are always plucked to a perfect arched shape, not too thin nor too thick,

and she usually wears black lining around her eyes for contrast, making the vibrant hue of her eyes

stand out. She has a slightly high-pitched voice, soft and sensual as dancing smoke. Sapphira is

missing the top of her left ear, as a result of an injury she took as a child, and has a burn scar in the

shape of a cresent moon on the back of her neck. She also has an oddly "s" shaped red birthmark

on the inside of her right thigh. A moonstone - and - bell adorned chain is always worn on her right

ankle. Pixie is the pale moon sister.

 

Biography:

 

Sapphira examined her records for the fourth time, just to be sure. By her calculations the tavern

was finally profiting, and this month their earnings had so far already exceeded last month's, and

three weeks yet remained. At this rate Sapphira and her sisters could send one of their few male

employees to Tear to purchase exotic silks from the Sea Folk. Sapphira smiled, her sisters would be

thrilled, and she herself would enjoy the splurge.

 

The treasurer of Haus of Three absent-mindedly toyed with a strand of her dark blond hair, pouted,

rouged lips pursed as her other hand flicked the feather quill back and forth along her throat. Things

were going well for her, better than she had even expected they would, thanks to her sisters' hard

work and her own. Sapphira recalled her early childhood, always feeling inferior in the eyes of

her father for her low birth. Once, not four years ago she had visited a soothsayer whose crude

booth sign had bragged visions clearer than even that of the most gifted Aes Sedai with the ability

for foretelling. And as soon as the young woman had given her name the soothsayer had begun to

laugh, exclaiming how she had heard the story of Sapphira's father's wandering affections, and had

inquired as to how Sapphira could even feel enough self-worth to bring herself out of whatever

shamed hovel she hid herself in. That soothsayer had sported a nasty bump on the head for weeks

following, while the youngest Belrose's elbow had barely had a bruise. And from that day forward

Sapphira Lunetta Belrose swore she would succeed and rise far out of a shameful existence to bring

hope to others.

 

Sapphira grinned. She had come a long way since then, and without the help of her sister Jodelle

she'd never have been able to be where she was today. She was also eternally grateful to Jodelle's

mother, for taking Sapphira and Emmeline in as her own daughters. It spoke volumes for a woman

of her standing and success to display such kindness. The young woman still wondered if Mistress

Belrose had ever come to truly love herself and her twin. She was the most mother Sapphira had

ever known, and by far the best she had ever allowed herself to emulate.

 

Rising off the plush upholstered chair next to the tavern safe, she felt giddiness threatening to take

over. It was time to return to her audience. The young woman quickly locked away the record book,

and flew to the prima-donna style mirror they kept in the back room. Her eyes shined, her thick

blond hair maintained that slight tousle to it. Sapphira tugged the front of her Tarabon-fashioned

dress down substantially, and pulled her corset up to squeeze her breasts together, forcing them

nearly half-way out the front of her dress. She hastily touched up the lining of her eyes with black

antimony paste, checked to make sure her eyebrows needed no plucking and then sped out of the

room to the stairs, her heart racing with excitement. A quick slide down the railing and she was

in the common room, smiling a mischievous smile, tossing winks at the handsomer customers.

Sapphira jumped up onto the bar and gave her body to the music of a flute playing a haunting tune

that drowned out the calls of her admirers. Here she was Pixie. Beautiful, talented, and famed across

Caemlyn for her dancing. She didn't need anyone's approval or disapproval. From now on, her life

would be a celebration, a celebration of love for her sisters, a celebration of independence, and a

celebration of their success.

Edited March 1, 2012 by Quibby

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