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Blaize is a woman of many talents. She is pirate, mercenary, assassin, weaver and lady all. She has dark auburn hair and piercing blue eyes with hard angled features and skin the color of gold. She invariably wears a white scar to cover her mouth and nose, and wears pale leather vests and pants. Beneath the vest is a plain white blouse.
Atop her head, Blaize sports a plumed captain's hat, even if she hasn't got a crew on her ship of one. What she does possess is a fierce gyrfalcon companion. Much better then any kind of parrot.
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Blaize tugged at her ship's tiller and brought it into port with expert hands. The wind was fresh, without even a hint of chill. She couldn't stand winter. Most of what she did, she did to avoid the season. Her little vessel just wouldn't endure such weather, and neither would she!
A fast flying feathered bullet swooped down as she hopped out of the boat. The young woman lifted her arm and grunted when the bird landed on her hard boiled leather glove.
"You've been spoiled, Swift. No more treats for you."
The bird snapped it's beak and hid its head under a wing.
"Fine, be that way." Blaize put the bird on her shoulder and walked up to the burly man taking names, and coins, from everyone who came into port.
It was just a matter of minutes before Blaize strutted into the town as if she owned the place. It was a relatively large city, made of stone and wood mostly. The ships here were huge, heavy, things with carved figures upon their prow. The men had long braided beards and wore horned helms. The women looked even tougher then them.
The streets were clean. The shops well kept. All in all, it looked like a nice place to stay, and old enough that maybe someone knew about the rumors she'd heard. Chances were there was a stone here, and not just your run of the mill stone either.