Name: Ingkeu Salaheem (Ing-que Sal-ah-heem)

Nickname: Ink, Inku

Appearance

Hair: Snow White, Short

Skin: Pale

Distinguishing Features:

◎ Heterochromia (Blue and Green eyes)

◎ Snow white hair and fur

◎ Cat ears and tail

Eyes: Heterochromia; One blue eye, one green eye.

Clothing: Practical. Black, white, and brown coloring. Mostly vintage/steampunk like looks. Always wears boots or goes barefoot.

Personality

Temperament: Feisty, devious, chipper, saucy, impish, overly curious, and a bit of a troublemaker.

Manorisims: Brash, outspoken, cocky, joyful, and energetic. IE: Boasts more energy than you could find in a whole sea full of mob linkage.

Moral/ethical beliefs: Ingkeu fully believes in the twelve gods of Ezorea. However, her faith in them is spent. You will often catch her muttering things like, "oh by the Twelve..." or "Twelve be good." When she's caught off guard or surprised by something.

Hobbies: Flying, Airships, swindling, and double crossing.

Quirks/eccentricities: Occasionally wears glasses. Has a bit of an off accent. Her 'r's are often rolled, or purred, and she has a habit of saying things like 'ya' instead of 'you.'

Likes: Trouble, fun, money, comfort, fishing, drinking, mandagoras, elaborate clothing, and fennux.

◎ Food: Fish, cheese, fruit, and died meats.

◎ Drink: Tea (especially chai), juice, milk, and rum.

Dislikes: Heat/overly warm climates, sleeping on the ground, sand (it gets every where -_-), Elezens, puppets, wet moogles, arrogant ego-statistical folk.

Strengths: Determined, clever, and insightful.

Weaknesses: Her size makes her weak and vulnerable. Her cockiness often leads her into lots of trouble.

Occupation: Thief and aspiring airship pilot.

Skills: Daggers, small blades, hand to hand, minor piloting, minor gun, dancing, cooking, and fishing.

Roleplay Sample:

[00:36] Ingkeu looked to him with a small smile, something candid in the look in her eye. "Aye, I know what I'll call it." her words came almost purred. Good. She had what she wanted and he hadn't caught her end of the bargain yet. Yipee, he had a signature which wasn't worth anything if you're dead. She turned back to him, smiling charmingly, sweetly, as if she were the happiest girl on the face of Ezorea and the proceeded to quickly draw the small firearm tucked in the back of her belt and fired it upon the man almost instantly.

"I like the sound of, 'Ingeniosi Mors.'" she murmured out softly in reference to naming her newly acquired airship. Gently she blew the smoke from the short barrel of the small gun, pursing her full lips. "It means, 'Clever Death.'" There was a faint smirk to her lips as she stepped up to him, pulling the rose that was tucked behind one feline ear and dropping it to where he might have fallen. Her calling card. "Enjoy."

It was then that the two timing Miqo'te moved off down the docks toward her ship. It was time to cast off. The authorities would be after her if they found yet another body on the docks with her calling card.

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