Faladrim

Azara is striking, with a slender, wiry frame that emphasizes her agility. Her eyes are a piercing, and her long, sleek black hair cascades down. Her style is distinctly streetwise yet feminine and provocative. Her belt prominently displays her whip, worn with pride and menace.

Azara is confident beyond her years and has a boldness that catches most people off guard. She grew up on the streets, learning early on how to intimidate and charm her way out of trouble. With a mischievous grin and a sense of pride in her own cunning, she keeps people guessing and never shows all her cards. She’s naturally alluring, using her looks and sharp wit to keep others at a distance or under her control. Azara is led by her desires and whims; she might help someone one moment, only to playfully trick them the next if it suits her mood. She has a certain disdain for men and machos.

Abandoned as a young child, Azara survived by becoming the shadow that lurks in alleyways and an expert at picking locks, pockets, and occasionally hearts. Her upbringing on the streets taught her to fight smart rather than hard, and the whip became her chosen weapon early on—allowing her to control, strike, and even disarm without getting too close. In her mind, the whip isn’t just a weapon but a means of expression and control. Over time, Azara’s reputation grew among the street gangs, her whip known as much for the faint whistling sound it made as it struck as for the bruises and welts it left behind. She craves respect from and power over men.