A magnetic, near-mythic figure. At a distance, Solulfur often appears as a looming, fog-shrouded mountain with an uncannily catlike, graceful prowl when she moves. She has a domineering posture without brutishness, and prefers ample personal space from all but her closest circle. Solulfur's fur is thick and slightly wavy, adding a bit of chaos to her chiseled obsidian features. Muscular and well-toned, of average height. Her eyes burn with the sun's captured flame.
The Mark
Her voice now carries a faint, unsettling echo, as if multiple voices speak alongside her own
Grieving and angry. She is possessive of that which she deems her own, harsh on perceived weakness from any source, and acts decisively on her own impulses. Sensitive to implications of failure, and an increasing workaholic.
She is deeply
manipulative, and will say or do subtle things to determine where another's limits are. Solulfur is
arrogant, hypocritical and stubborn. It is not unusual for her to, at times, be even subtly
cruel to others, mostly out of instinct. Having found trusting others to be a dangerous game, Solulfur trust her
intuition first and all else second, allowing her razor-sharp mind to determine how to act on her instincts. She is often self-serving, quick to make snap-judgements about others, and slow to change her ways.
On the flip-side, Solulfur is
deeply driven by her emotions. She relies on her intuition, and with that, her emotional reactions. This comes with a
fierce loyalty to those she approves of. She is, as she (slowly) matures, growing more thoughtful and open-minded to other perspectives. In a crisis - that doesn't involve her ego - Solulfur exceedingly
level-headed and
strategically-minded. She doesn't see the best in others, but
sees them for their potential; this isn't always a good thing. She gives good advice, when she feels like being altruistic, and she believes fiercely and whole-heartedly in those she places her trust into.