Ledya

Alt of Joyeus

"Hey babe, why not stick around? I'm sure we could hang out for abit, or maybe I should just let that idea sink in a little first first...Time sure flies in quicksand after all."

Name Lelya Zingira

Age 23

Height 5’9”

Weight 148lbs.

Appearance Upon first sight, one might mistake Ledya for the average arboreal predator, at least until they realise that the covering across her body isn’t just a few leaves snagged from the nearest bush, but actually a hand-made garment to cover her more discrete regions from prying eyes. Even though her form might be akin to the more feral elements of the jungles, her mind is an intelligent as any regular city-dweller, if abit lacking in the finer details.

Getting back to the subject of her appearance though, there isn't really much to set her apart from the rest of her race, while her lightly furred coat might serve as an appealing material for the survivalist it hasn't really attracted attension from the larger fur industry, to her luck. Standing at 5'9" she is neither one of the taller or shorter specimens of her race, but her lithely muscled body serves her well for not only for catching prey but also evading both hungry predators and those of a rather more lusty nature.

Personality It might be expected of Ledya that she's a primitive, a huntress operating upon mere instinct in a world that suffocates any form of cultured life... But that would be assuming far too much. With increasing numbers of explorers coming through the region had it's effect upon the clan from which Ledya descends, more and more pieces of culture absorbed into their collective society until some members just had to go out and see it for themselves.

Ledya is one of those intrepid reverse-explorers, journeying from her 'savage' society into the more sophisticated modern world with little more than the hand-made clothes across her body, a brain filled with a rather hodge-podge collection of what she sees society as, and those tribal huntress instincts that she can never truly get rid of... A lady has to feed, after all.