Post by Leighton Shahrizai on Apr 20, 2010 21:51:28 GMT -5
Name: Leighton Shahrizai
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: d'Angeline
Home Province: Kusheth
Appearance: Despite her name, Leighton looks nothing like a Shahrizai should. From skin that tends to be tanned more than pale to hair that shines like sunbeams, she's a misfit in a room of dark, blue-black beauty; a blond hawk among darkly ravens.
The only true physical attribute Leighton inherited from her Shahrizai lineage was her eyes; sparkling and a deep, crystal blue, her eyes reflected the deep, cunning intelligence that marked her for what she was more than anything else could. Her arms and limbs are supple and slender, hiding strength under womanly curves. Her breasts are full and lush, having filled out at an early, tender age, and her hips curve out nicely from her waist. At 5'7, she's neither truly tall nor short, an average height that she pays no mind to.
History: The younger of two children, Leighton was patted upon her pretty head as a child, humored with her quick smile and lighting temper. As she grew into a teenager, she took on a few different fascinations with the boys around her families home; she loved hard and fast, and she forgot them just as quickly, ready to move on and explore new territories. She was impetuous, headstrong, ready with a cruel word or a sweet smile. Her temper ran wild, burning hot and quick when ignited, and just as quickly it would blow away again to leave nothing but a scorch mark where it had been.
Leighton, in all good truth, is half Shahrizai. Her father had rebelled at a young age, disobeying his fathers wishes to continue an unsullied bloodline, choosing instead a bright haired, green eyed woman for his bride. It was only because of Leightons grandmother that her grandfather didn't disown her father, but the relationship was never the same again, and Leighton grew up not knowing her grandparents save for a visit once every two to three years. A pat on the head, a nights stay, and they left again, always with the feeling of.. anger, sadness. Leighton felt it more than her older brother; with his gleaming blueblack hair and flawless paled skin, he looked more a Shahrizai than she did. Though she wasn't aware of it, her grandfathers discrimination hardened her, shaped her for life, for all the other people, all the other Shahrizai that excluded her because of her looks and lineage. Not everyone turned her away; some seemed fascinated by her looks and her demeanor; so contrasting, she had the temper and bite of a Shahrizai, but for it to come from a face and body as such… It has brought more than a few curious stares.
Though she'd often traveled between the country and the City, it has been a few years since Leighton had been in the City, and she's come again to visit, to see the sights, and mayhap meet up with the few Shahrizai she knew and enjoyed spending time with.