Schiavona

Snarl

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  Geomancer Extraordinairre! The smallest brute you'll ever see, the melanistic jaguar peers with a gaze of glimmering citrine through flyaway strands of deep umber. The mode of garb was for the most part standard... for a man or a well-dressed squire. A fitted leather jerkin over a simple shirt, simple trou's and a simpler wrapping of hands and feet. What called attention perhaps were her lack of footwear or the scars that mar what might have grown into a pretty face, broken nose slightly off-kilter. More oddly still, great stone bands grasp seamlessly to her extremities, doubtlessly to blame for some measure of the thickly muscle-corded frame. Over-cautious perhaps for a girl her age, the page keeps a hand all but perpetually atop the pommel of her namesake blade.