Zaafira stands 5'4'', dark hair brushes the middle of her waist with a gentle curl. It is typically found braided, or in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Brown eyes sparkle with mischief, a note of her typically 'fun' disposition. Her skin holds a light tan, her face dusted lightly with small freckles. Her ears are dotted with earrings made of bone, left unpolished. A single white scar mars her face, a thin line across her cheek. As you move down from her face, a large, raised pink scar stretches across her chest, a recent acquirement. When not dressed for battle, a loose fitting tunic hangs off her shoulders, held in place by a black bodice. A light, loose, torn, flowing skirt is hiked up on one side, exposing leather travel pants underneath. An odd combination, but when asked about her fashion sense, she just shrugs and smiles.
Hanging at her hip is a beautifully crafted rapier, well-loved over the years. The hilt is swept, braided metal forming the hand guard, handle wrapped in worn brown leather. A simple cross-hilt dagger hangs opposite, wrapped in the same worn leather.
At first, Zaafira seems like an almost happy-go-lucky sort. Not super optimistic, but not an extreme pessimist, either. She's friendly, even when challenged, and seems to have a distinct lack of understanding of the concept of 'personal space'. Her sense of over-confidence can sometimes border the idiotic, yet it is not confidence in her looks, but in her abilities. More often than not, however, she is able to deliver, which doesn't help.
Unfortunately, Zaafira doesn't have a sense of strong morals. Whatever gets her to her goal, she'll do. (In old D&D terms, she's chaotic neutral). And it doesn't always matter what she's doing, as long as she's working for the highest bidder.
It is when she is engaged in true combat (not sparring, or friendly challenge), that her darker side comes forth. When she was young, she studied the body, and the ways to best cause pain or damage without killing. Of course, she studied the most painful ways to kill as well, but her true joy lies in destroying, but leaving her victim with life still.
Zaafira grew up in a village devoted to training fighters. Her natural finesse gave her a natural ability with the rapier and dagger, which became her weapon of choice. Of course, she had play-time with the other children, which kept her from being socially inept, but that inner demon would surface whenever she was being tested. And it was never discouraged.
She was taught to read and write, but never really learned to distinguish right from wrong. Or, if she did, it never got in the way of her goal of being the best.
Among the sword training and becoming literate, she was taught to ride, and how to survive on her own out in the wild. When it came to hunting, there was not much she could do, not knowing her way around a ranged weapon. Swords weren't really meant for that. However, she became decent at trapping and foraging.
Zaafira would not consider herself religious, but doesn't disagree about the existence of a higher power.
