Name: Sariel
Age: 14
Race: Light Denizen
Height: 5’3
Weight: 110
Sex: Female
Personality: Sweet and caring, but never lets anyone close enough to be considered a friend. Likes to travel, though feels the pull of home comfort often. The feeling of being alone and having free time is often her choice in activities. A very driven individual, once a task is at hand she will always finish, no matter the cost.
Home World: Sairok Desert
Likes: Small animals, the color purple, to watch the moon and the sun, on occasion.
Dislikes: arrogant people.
Friends: none so far.
Enemies: none so far.
Party: N/A
Appearance: With nearly violet eyes and white blond hair her pale skin glistens. Thin, rosy, lips and a nose almost too small for her large, almond shaped eyes. An altogether small frame makes her look youthful. Hair just below her chin, parted to the left ends fanning out. She wears a deep green button up shirt with a black tank top underneath. Has a ribbon tied in her hair, also green. Dark pants and shoes. She only wears one piece of jewelry, a necklace in a celestial shape.
Class: Vagabond
Path of Life: wishes to become a dragoon like many of the ancestors before her, to bring an old family tradition back.
Road: Light
Weapon: handgun(Bitter) and katana(Sweet).
Magic: N/A
Abilities: N/A
History/Bio: At a very young age Sariel was always captivated by stories of her family and how great they had been so many years before. The sheer mystery that surround such a life made her decide she wanted to be just like them. Unfortunately the tradition of being a dragoon was never carried out after her grandmother was born. Such a sickly child she had been. Her parents devoted all of their time to her, refusing to carry out any duties. Sariel was not allowed to become anything like her ancestors. With 3 brothers and 3 sisters the home was too overcrowded for such dreams to be carried out. At the age of 10 she made her decision. A note was left for each family member, individual apologies and explanations. Over the four years after she had left she visited many times, always watching her family from a distance. She changed her name and cut her beautifully long hair short to cloak herself. One day she hopes she will work up the courage to run back into her family’s loving arms.
