Savakari

Savakari hails from a monastery buried deep in icy, northern mountains. Since birth her soul has been fused with a spirit from the dream realm, a refugee of a war that humans could not perceive. This union brings gifts of a psionic nature; a stronger mind, telepathy and an almost imperceptible nack for manipulating others. Every day since she could walk, Savakari has been trained to use her body as a weapon and yield light itself in preparation for the day the war spills into the material world. A secluded community and a spirit that communes with you in your sleep does not make for a well socialised person. But she is friendly enough, just don't be alarmed if she starts talking to herself.

A slight girl stands before you, her expression typically oscillating rapidly between a joyful grin and idle confusion. Her mouth moves as if she's conversing even though she's alone. Her complexion is pale and her eyes seem devoid of colour, but her cheeks still carry a rosy blush. Thick braids pull wavy platinum blond hair back into a pony tail that spills out across her shoulders.

Despite her small size, she's comfortably armoured. A dark blue tabard covers her chain shirt, the fabric has been embroidered with small green suns. A longsword hangs from her waist and her hand rests comfortably on its hilt.