Ohirume Saya
鞘 大日孁
Zalera | Crystal | GMT
"Been a while, dear!
How've you been?"
**Age:**28**Race:**Au Ra / Raen**Gender:**Female**Pronouns:**She/Her**Sexuality:**Pansexual.**Profession:**Inn Manager, Dancer.**Birthplace:**Doma
Born to a farming family in a remote Doman village, a young Ohirume was set to follow in her mother's footsteps. Trained from youth in the festivals and rituals of their kin, of their choreography and significance. A great honour to lead the village in their reverence of the kami, passed down from mother to daughter each generation.Near everything was ready when tales of the Empire's conquest spread like wildfire amongst the villagers. Were we safe? Must we arm ourselves? What of our nation? Those drumbeats never reached the foot of the valley, too remote to commit resources to, yet the youths could not stand by whilst their countrymen suffered.The Saya children, Ohirume and elder brother Yasutane, rallied those others that dared to make a stand. Roaming from village to village aiding where they could, until the iron grip became inescapable. Left with few options, a path to those ships leaving for Eorzea saw the siblings separated. Unable to wait for him, she reluctantly boarded the last vessel, headed for fresh shores.
As refined and polished as the raen's manners and dialect are, amongst friends, or in supply of good sake, or if she's just pure exhausted, the twangs of her old country leanings may start to bleed through. Not many are familiar with it, but she's always up to talk to fellow Domans.
Ohi seems to be almost an almost radiant presence, the pure sheen of her skin and gleam of her rose-gold ivory. Curiously it seems to shift as the year ticks by. In the summer months do her scales shimmer like the air over desert sands, fading into winter where powdered snow drifts from her locks.
Through the mornings of spring to the eves of autumn might you find sakura petals sprouting from her horns and nestled between in her pink hair. Sometimes they blow free, sometimes the raen may pluck them herself. She doesn't seem concerned by it.
Never leaving the raen's side is her trusty selection of vials and pouches. Looking this good takes effort, you know? Lucky for you she's not afraid to share her secrets, and show interest in her inventory of self-care products and she might let you sample a few.
Anyone with the fixings to peer at those workings below the surface will find her a brimming font of aether, and a glance deeper might reveal much more. Her being is bonded, aether knit together with gilded twine right down to her fingertips. Look closer still and do those linings weave into proud antlers invisible to the naked eye. Squint and you might see the midnight black underlaying her gold, darkest at twin points in her neck.
Hello! Thanks for reading my carrd. If you've any further questions about my character or anything listed here, don't be afraid to send me a tell.Please maintain a strict IC/OOC divide. I will not hesitate to back away from roleplaying with anyone I feel is treading the line.I am happy to roleplay darker themes when discussed beforehand, but as stated any interpersonal character drama is to remain strictly IC.(Please note that the player of this character is 21+ and would prefer that anyone attempting to roleplay with them be the same. I will not roleplay with anyone below 18.)