Vestris
Sparsharp | she/her
Vestris carries herself tall and broad, without much regard for what anyone else might think; her raucous outbursts are not for the faint of heart. Her white fur, marked with steely grey stripes and oft stained by coal and ink, does little to disguise the wiry musculature lurking beneath. Her pale mane is a wild mixture of order and chaos — longer, sleeker tresses neatly braided to stay out of the way, and shorter, unruly strands near the roots left perpetually tousled by her helmet.From a Gladium cub and Hoelbrak’s local nuisance, through a crusader for the Vigil, circling all the way back to her roots learning the culinary arts from her father — Vestris has been a lot of things throughout her life. These days, she claims she’s retired; though her actions suggest otherwise, as she continues to wear her battle armour like second fur and shows up to fight or protect at a moment’s notice (somewhat reliably).A familiar sight among the Shiverpeaks and her home city, Vestris thrives in the spaces between kodan sanctuaries and norn moots, seemingly finding her way through a mix of balance and revelry. Lately, she seems to have been indulging more in the latter, becoming quite the regular in the drinking scene of Lion's Arch.
When not donning an imposing set of armour, Vestris prefers ornate silks and soft leathers.
There are dozens of loose scraps filled out in scrawling script tucked into a satchel at Vestris' hip. It's not uncommon for her to lose a piece of crumpled paper wherever she goes.
Up close, there is a faint aroma of spice and smoke that seems to cling to Vestris' fur. She's known to indulge in pipeweed, the same kind often enjoyed during moots.
