Issala 'Izzy' Arodre

Appearance:

Standing 7'1" 10'1" before the horns, Izzy is an imposing sight. Tall and gangly, her skin is the colour of bleached bone, flecked here and there with rough patches that vaguely resemble scales. Her irises are embers inside a sclera of coal, dancing with amusement and glee. They seem to match her smile, wide and full of sharp, jagged teeth that ill-fit her mouth. A halo of unruly red curls tumble from her crown, bearing a pair of twisting horns that would be at home among the trees of the Hauntwood. Her expression and posture is something one could call 'casual prowling', a relaxed but predatory lean to her gait that is deeply unhurried but also relentless. It is very rare to see her without a smile, if you're lucky enough to see her at all.

Izzy is the embodiment of chaos, every bad impulse you have ever had, she is. She follows her whims and the flow of coin, as she is always in need of some. While Izzy is a generally very friendly and upbeat person, she tends to use her appearance and her physique to give peope the impression that she is just a dumb, tall brute, some hired muscle you keep around to bounce drunks out of taverns. But behind the sharp smile full of knives is a ruthless cunning, a calculating mind that burns with an intense curiosity. It's not hard to stay on her good side, at least; Izzy is very easy-going, lackadaisical, almost, though she takes her work quite seriously. Reputation is everything in her line of work, but she's not above a few dirty deals.Or cheating. Or murder. All in all, Izzy is someone who is just as quick with a joke as she is with a knife.

Growing up dirt poor has a way of keeping people down. Izzy was one of many citizens of Zeinav that have had such rough beginnings; her mother disappeared when Izzy and her older sister were young, and Izzy was largely raised by her, as the orphanage they were placed in were less than mindful. Izzy and her sister, Ofeilia, made the most of their situation; Fei was a natural "entrepenur", and Izzy was a deft hand who could slip through the throngs of people like a serpent while her sister worked the crowd. But soon, their little piddling scams didn't earn enough money, and Izzy found other means of getting by. Being paid to throw fights in a pit beneath a tavern was not exactly the high point of her life, but it did allow her to get a grasp on what she could do. When she was discovered digging through the drawers of the proprietor for the purposes of blackmail, Izzy was offered a job instead. Now she is a for-hire information seeker, a private investigator, a professional extortionist, and a very good dancer.