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i timidly follow the night;
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
With her fiery orange hair and a pale face dotted with freckles, Saoirse is a model Celtic lass. She stands a meager height of what just barely brushes five feet, even with her best and most formal posture. Her hair, long and wild with kinks and waves, is usually fashioned in some sort of braided updo for convenience's sake rather than style. Long ginger lashes frame her gentle hazel eyes and her nose, with its slight-crookedness and all, is still what could be considered 'button-like.' Saoirse carries herself with the elegance of a woman of much higher status.
While on occasion she can be seen in an extravagant performance costume, her typical attire consists of a knee-length white cotton gown adorned with lace, as well as practical walking shoes fashioned from leather. Her makeup on a normal day is close to none. When she speaks, her syntax is less than perfect due to her education being that of sailors and pirates. Her accent cannot be placed, however, it carries the influence of Irish, as well as English and French.
For when the illusion is dispelled.
When not masqueraded as who she was before her turning, Saoirse has minute changes in appearance. Her left-hand canine tooth elongates like that of a bat's fang, and the right stops abruptly a little over half the length of the other. The short fang is jagged, with a tip that seems to have been broken off by hard trauma to the bone.
Her eyes darken and nails morph into pseudo claws while the rest of her body maintains its innocent, gentle character.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
for I cannot stand the light.
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{ Likes }
✧ The unknown.
✧ Adrenaline rushes.
✧ Physical contact.
✧ Drinking.
✧ Working with children.
{ Dislikes }
✧ Forced humor.
✧ Stagnance.
✧ Tempests.
✧ Being alone.
✧ Sweet foods.