Name: Lady Anela Dela Devereux 
 
Race: Human
 
Age: 38 

Appearance: lady Anela is a raven on a stick. A black long slim figure of bones and pride. Her face is framed by dark hair, which carries crimson shades when the Sun peeks through. Her eyes are quick and witty emeralds, slightly slant, and carefully circled with a line of the most expensive tar from the Deep. Her nose is thin, slightly arched and barely protruding on top of her full, blooming cherry lips. She carefully masks her wrinkles under the okra tones of her precious powder, cunningly spread as to mask her strong, sharp cut cheekbones and her pointy chin. Her ears are chiseled with the perfection of Northern blood, and her neck is of a superior line, long and sided with blue veins, never bending, and straight.

Her large shoulder are synonym to ancient bloodlines, holding dresses that had once been fancy, and now simply worn. Her arms, bared from the elbow to the wrist, are decorated with dark drawings, which she patiently scores during the morning toilet. It is the markings of her family and old bloodline: curls of plants, and leaves, terminating under the bronze bracelets adorning her bony wrists. Her hands and fingers are claws made of steel, unforgiving, and stern like her deep eyes. The rest of her figure is skinny, with barely visible ribs, and stronger legs than those of a lady of her past status. So much is the exercise of those to whom Fate took the cart away and forced them to walk. 

She stands nearly four arms, that is above 6 feet, and has once strangled a ward dog with her bare hands, when the beast sought to bite her noble flesh. She hit the fiend with her leather whip, and finally grasped the neck and clutched her thin fingers with raging passion.
 
Personality: Lady Anela is a scornful, skeptic, self-dependent woman. She has outgrown her younger self, and live in contempt of the world after the loss of her family, of her land and her status. Her blood is the last thing she holds with pride, and she will remind of her birth to every peasant that lacks due respect to her. She will not yield, nor bend. She will not accomodate anybody’s else desires, nor change her way. She holds no disregard toward abusing those inferior to her status, and human life is a commodity, as long as it is someone’s else life.

(History of each character will be revealed as the RP moves forward)