Female; age 21

Personality:
Serafi tends to be cool and calculating, sizing someone up in the first instant that she meets them. She is quite perceptive, able to pick up on minute details that others are unable to see. She has little patience for stupidity and is a hard and earnest worker. She may at first come across as rude, but does not mean to be. Underneath her hard layer of stubbornness, she is actually quite vulnerable and afraid. She knows she is dying and there is nothing she can do, but wishes to live her life to the fullest. Though she would never admit it, she wants nothing more than to fall in love.

Appearance:
Serafi’s ruby has taken its place in her left eye, causing that eye to turn red while the other remains bright blue. Most of her blonde hair falls to the middle of her back, though she usually keeps it up, save for the hair that frames her face and the shorter section of her hair she keeps in a braid. The braid is a symbol for women in her culture that she is single, to be cut off and given to her husband for good luck on their wedding day. She insists that she wears it to honor her mother’s wishes, but makes no effort to hide it. Her skin is pale from her days spent working inside, much different than the darkly tanned skin of her people. In Afi and in warmer climates, she wears the traditional clothing of her people, which consists of a red top with golden embroidery that covers the bare minimum, and a long red skirt with slits up each side. In these climates, she goes around barefoot, though she keeps an anklet on. In colder climates, she covers up more, wearing the clothing from the picture above.

The Twelve Vessels RP