Ashta Sinclair
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Formerly her hair was smooth as silk, holding a light wave in the deepest of ebony. Those ebony locks graced with silver-white strands that would cause most to second guess if snow was caught in each bit of hair. On some occasions, she wears her hair down, gracing past her shoulders. Sweeping along her hips even. However, with recent events, those long waving locks barely pass her shoulders. While she is still coming to terms for the lack of her past style, Ashta feels as if this was a welcomed changed. One she is rather content and happy. With it's layered form, she would occasionally pull it back into a half tail or a headband to keep the loose hairs from her face.
Bright lavender amethyst mix made her eye color. Her eyes often cause issues and rumors to spring forth. As her Father does not share any of her features – eyes as bright as emeralds and hair a fair blonde. Yet this had never held her down, telling many she received most of her features from her late mother. Standing at 5'3”, the woman's body wasn't the perfect ten, yet she was vain enough to believe such. While she had long legs, her torso was rather short compared to others. Narrow hips curving just right to compliment the less then average waistline, moving up along decently sized chest. One in which she tends to try to hid under baggy clothing or binding them down to not be in the way. Moving with a sense of grace, the woman always wore robes and dresses of some kind, always a mix of warm colors, purples, and reds. Yet, times seemed to have changed, her attire has changed with it. Still rather fond of dressing up, her clothing has seem to changed to something of pants and a top. The closer you get to her, there was a light lingering smell of any of the following: Earthy scents, Peach Blossom, Rolandberries, Lavender and Vanilla.
Prim, proper, relax, and terrible at small talk. Some of the simple ways to describe this woman. Others would assume she was a complete proper Lady, however, when something catches her interest Ashta would typically forget herself, with an additional yet subtle cringe – as if expected to feel the sting of a switch (a ruler or otherwise). Often, she would be seen gently rubbing the back of her hands should she forget herself and all the years of how to be a proper lady drilled into her behavior. Remaining quiet unless spoken too in most cases, Ashta tends to not follow this and engage into talk with others.
When she is comfortable around someone, small talk would come easy to her. In fact, she has a small playful side that the Lady would sneak in a few subtle jests on subjects they would be talking of. Not very often she would even a few subtle flirtatious comments. Rather laid back for someone who grew up as a Bastard child. When something peaks her interest, Ashta would spend a moment of time on the subject. Asking questions, thinking back to her studies. While not admitting it, she is very interested in the medical studies, it is just her squeamish nature that would prevent her from ever doing anything in that field. Due to her Noble background, she is watchful. Having a knack of reading peoples actions and emotions. At times, she is able to read some situations. Something she has able to use in real world situations.
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