Allisandra Flor

The Lost Heir
The Criminal

Alli
Queenie
Eleanora Alzor

Female

19

5'7

Dark brown, almost black for the most part. Still debating on salt and pepper bangs or white underlayer. Who knows.

Just below her shoulders, and naturally wavy.

Silver.

Just slightly darker than olive.

Slightly malnourished, any extra weight she manages to get ends up more muscle.

Odd scars wrapping completely around her neck, looking like they've been reopened a few times before finally healing. They're assorted, some smaller and some larger, and anyone familiar with barbed wire would recognize them. Matching scars on her wrists.

Other various scars, including claw marks on her back and scarred knees.

A brown tail moth tattooed right in between her shoulder blades.
A very small snake wrapped around her right pointer finger.

Her lobes and a helix piercing in her left ear.

Knife smiles, tapping fingers. Crosses her arms a lot. Is always scanning over her surroundings multiple times to gauge possible weapons and escape routes.

Money, power, and the ability to change things without hinderance. Hence the money and power. And she just really likes expensive things.

Sort of jaded. Untrusting without way too much work. Definitely a little too power hungry sometimes, even if it's for good reasons. Morals can be really iffy and sometimes they show up when she needs them gone. Deaf in one ear, which is more a weakness, but.

People from a yet to be named kingdom, still have to flesh that out some more.

Incredibly smart, especially on her feet and in planning. Something goes wrong and you need a backup plan? She's your best bet.
Knows way too much about poisons too, and has a dealer for them.
Great at running the crime in her city, and has her hand and ears in nearly every single pot going on. Nothing happens without her at least knowing about it.
Dancer, grew up dancing as a cover while part of a traveling troupe that was actually just a bunch of criminals.

Dancing, eating sweet things, thievery, playing with knives and emotions. Talking to her cat even though he probably can't understand her. Starting fights and winning them. Poisons.

PTSD, mild paranoia triggered by certain conditions, night terrors, deaf in one ear. Needs therapy.

"You're playing my game, and you only know half the rules."

"I'm smarter than everyone in this room."

"I'm a mercenary, not a bruiser, you dumbass."

Once again, yet to be named. However, it's a worship of a group of 'spirits' that are somewhat like a mix of gods and saints, and are believed to be contactable by people with certain abilities and in dire conditions.

Money.

Crime.

Lmao she's a mercenary for hire and directs a lot of the major and minor crime in her city.

Royal purple.

Cake.

Her pendant, a silver version of the crest found in the gallery.

Knife

Snakes and cats and crows of course.

Crime.

No.

Do I have to say crime again?

Also she was held captive for a while, hence the ptsd, so there's that.

Her cat, who so far has only been referred to as The Cat.

gallery credits[crest]: stoneking2931
gallery credits[drawing]: also stoneking2931

Long sleeved black tops with billowy sleeves–when without her jacket–and tank tops with it, has various knives visibly strapped to herself, and hidden. Also a fan of suspenders over button ups. Wears a black trench coat with silver embellishments on the hems, stolen from the man who held her captive.

Black trousers almost always, though sometimes she spices it up with a pair of shorts. Sexy.

Boots, in black, and heels.