Sary is a tall woman who practically bleeds confidence, with a near perpetual cocky half-grin and all the physical gifts nature has to offer. A Xenomix, she has healthy silver-grey skin, amber eyes, and long, lustrous black hair that reaches down to her waist. Her physique is that of a goddess; a generous bust, tastefully narrow waist and nice curved hips, but more than beautiful, she is strong, and has a lean build of muscles like armoured cables beneath the soft veneer of flesh, giving her a very toned look. She doesnt often have time to bother with cosmetics, so she simply had a dark line of eyeliner and inviting scarlet lipstick tattooed on.
In addition, while she engages in the nazzadi tradition of tattooing, she chose to follow her own sense of style, and instead of the neo-tribal lines of her darkling kin, she favours more geometric shapes. To be specific; tall rectangles and triangles, writ in black ink. She has three triangles on her face, each cheek and her forehead, with points facing outward, another at the base of her neck, point descending into her cleavage, and a matching one on her lower back, its point disappearing below her waistline. The monolithic rectangles she wears on the outside edges of her limbs; outer upper arm/shoulder, outer forearm, outer thigh, outer calf, and on her stomach and upper back. She has begun a process of counter-scribing these shapes with additional designs in white ink, covering the black rectangles with quotes and text she considers inspiring, while having symbols and designs placed on the triangles. Currently she has a stylized flame design on the triangle over her chest, and the monoliths on her back and both upper arms are covered in text.
Some examples of text from her monoliths:
"Humans. They are not the cowering wretches we were promised! They stand. They are unruly, and therefore cannot be ruled. To challenge them is to court death."
"A machine can do the work of 50 ordinary people. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary person"
"War endures. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. "
"Six thousand years, ten thousand wars, one hundred thousand battles, one hundred million heroes. "
"Much as the bleeding hearts may dislike the fact, war and its culture form an integral part of human history and human life and are likely to do so for all future to come. "
"Mankind has had ten thousand years experience of warfare and if he must fight he has no excuse for not fighting well. "
"Animals flee this hell; the hardest stones cannot bear it for long; only man endures. "
"I've never believed in the End Times. We are mankind. Our footprints are on the moon. When the last trumpet sounds and the Beast rises from the pit... we will kill it."
"A single inescapable fact is that humanity united with infinitely greater purpose in pursuit of war, than they ever did in pursuit of peace."
Sary is slightly arypical of Efreets, while no Tager shows a true gender, her shifted state still has a certain... waist-hip ratio that suggests the person beneath is a woman, even if nothing else in its body does. The otherworldly stone 'armour' that gives shape to its pyros body is more glossy in appearance than typical, resembling obsidian, riven through with spaces and cracks through which golden, smokeless, fire burns. Her fists and shoulders are every bit as huge and heavy as one would expect, though they have more angular striking faces, and a forest of bladed spikes jutting back from her forearms and up from her shoulders as a result of its glassy stone composition, instead of the more blunt spires of a typical efreet. The Efreet's 'face' is a smooth perfect oval, with a slit-visior 'eye' and jagged pumpkin-like mouth.
Sary was born in the United Kingdom, and grew up a relatively normal, happy child in the Nazzadi district of Manchester Arcology, which was still under construction at the time, but with the First War over, it was a mostly happy, uplifting time, and considering what came before and after, a pleasant time to be a child. Her parents, a nazzadi woman and human man, decided to raise her Nazzadi, for her mother considered her people's search for a identity to be a important one, and her father was content as long as Sary was happy. She played with her friends, went to school, and watched as a new world of hope and unity grew out of the ashes of the war. But such times were not to last, and she was only six when the Second War began; the rising of beasts of old, followed swiftly by monsters from the starry sky and the abyssal depths, and the far corners of man's own soul. Her happy world seemed to become darker, day by day, as the toll rose, cities burned, the Migou swarmed from the north like the locuses of old, while the Dagonites rose from the deeps, every bit the monsters of legend, and from the east, the barbarians howled,
first her father, then her mother, were summoned back into service, both ace pilots of the First War,
with them gone Sary was sent to live with relatives, though her life was largely unchanged, she saw the ever increasing numbers of refugees filping into her home as the north of the islands fell to the migou, and the coasts evacuated as the dagonites began tonpreyvon the people who lived there. Also despite her relative's best efforts, the ylung girl became more and more embroiled in the newscasts about the war, all carefully vetted by the NEG govt of course, they gave the girl a sense of eventual impending victory
In a word? Fire. Sary is a fierce and passionate person, with strong opinions about nearly everything from food to philosophy to politics, not to mention the best way to skin a migou. A fanatic Humanist
, she considers ultimate victory in the Aeon War to be merely a matter of time, and believes that the only real threats are the secret ones, lurking in our own shadows, against whome mankind is unwilling or unable to turn its intent against. To this end she is proud to be a warrior in the shadow war against Chrysalis, and considers their overall goal of subverting humanity into monsters to be especially
loathsome. Though she also has a black spot for the Dagonites; corruptors and usurpers who would turn our world over to some hoary old god in the hopes of buying salvation. The Migou she considers to be irritating bugs, yet to be squashed. While she holds nothing but pity for the Rapine Storm, who were so weak as to fall before the predations of a inferior being, though pity doesnt equate to mercy. She has but one answer to all mankind's enemies: Fire. It was our first weapon against the dark, and even in the Strange Aeon, its still one of the most effective, and she will cleanse the world, even if she has to burn it.
Sary is a Xenomix, but holds to both halves of her heritage with a passion, refusing to favour her Nazzadi side of her the way her people demand. In her life she has often been mocked as a Native, but her views are infact rather more nuanced; She doesnt feel that Nazzadi should become 'human' instead, she feels they are
Human, Oh sure, the migou crossed some strands of DNA and made some tweaks, but biologically, they are the same species, just like a wolf and a dog are the same thing. She considers the Nazzadi to be a ethnic group of the human race, no more, no less, and just as every ethnicity has its contributions to make to society, so do they. Trying to blend
as Natives would prefer, only serves to deny their kin the benefits of their joining together under one banner. To this end, and somewhat ironically, while Nazzadi are often lauded for their flair when it comes to creating bizarre combinations that work despite their oddness, Sary mixes Nazzadi and Human trends. Though her attire is often sparse Nazzadi-chic, her tattoos are wildly different from the neo-tribal look that her dark skinned forebearer's favour, comprised mostly of black monoliths and other block shapes on the large surfaces of her body, that speak to her strength and resolution. Many of them are counter-scribed with quotes in white, words that speak to humanity's greatness, from across history and literature.
But all that aside, she also has a wry sense of humour, and appreciates a good comedy, she cooks when she can, and is actually pretty good at it, though meat is both her area of expertise and her preference for meals. She doesnt tend to get along with Veggies. Her passion lends its self well to amorous pursuits, and shes no stranger to lovers of either gender, as well as to athleticism; Sary is a neigh-compulsive exerciser, seeking to perfect her body, and also spends a fair amount of time meditating, often in her shifted form, or before a fire if that isnt feasible. As one might expect she has a interest in fire, and keeps a firepit, fireplace, braizer, candles or other source of fire going whenever possible... where not, she often cranks the head up. Her Symbiont presses on her more than most, which occasionally causes her to flash over into anger, arrogant affont, and pride, though she has found that breathing smoke calms her... to which end she acquired herself a fine pipe, and smokes when her temper flares... not tobacco or any other kind of drug (do you know
what that stuff does to you?), rather she uses sawdust, and has actually become quite the eccentric connoisseur of the flavour of various wood smokes (she prefers oak, but the way), but if needs must, shell stuff the pipe with anything flammable from leaves to grass to crushed treebark.
She considers herself to be the best possible leader for a pack of Tagers; Vision and Passion, welded by Will. However she knows the value of delegation, and is quite content to give the mantle to others when it suits the mission. If not a leader, she wont make petty dominance plays, or try to usurp command, but she will uphold anyone who would command her to the standards she holds for herself. She instead takes on a chaplain-like role, assuming responsibility for morale and setting a inspiring example for others, though shes utterly unforgiving of any who freeze when the pressure is on.