Name: Leiendra Mi'Zengra  "The Tigress"<br/>Race: Elf<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Sexual Preference: Bisexual<br/>Class: Thief<br/>Breast Size: 5 (DD)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>A spirited young woman who deeply respects the elements of the world in which she lives, Leiendra considers herself not a thief.. but a creature which law cannot bind. Her insatiable appetite for adventure, danger, love and sex has landed her in many odd places..  and she lives for where fate takes her. Money has little value to her, the pleasure which wealth buys she finds for the taking.   Despite the lineage of warriors and sorcerers being lost on this odd child, she has never forgotton the art of the longbow.. and has a deep, innate love for magic. This love has burrowed so deep within her she finds it hard to resist.    Leiendra's escapades in the Forest Cities came to an abrupt halt one day as her path crossed with Aelin. From that day not a soul in her home had heard of her... and from that day, she has now ended up to face the Labyrinth, alongside the more than slightly insane ecstacy mage. While still a wild spirit, she seems to be tamed solely by her... almost revering her with an excited fear and deep respect for her.<br/><br/>The thief Mi'Zengra is adorned with a strap of semi-hardened leather that slips around her head, tucked behind her ears and hair often tossing itself over the slick black surface. Two mock-horns, circled straps, curve over the top of her head. The two tips end in tiny holes, perfect for putting feathers, chains.. any sort of decoration she'd wish.<br/>A red shirt clings loosely to her body, more like an overtonic though the fabric isnt nearly as thick. The entire front part has been removed, so that it consists of sleeves, shoulders, and a cape-like back.<br/>A hardened black leather bustier holds back her breasts. Slender curves, the bottoms of her orbs, clearly go down a bit further than the bustier can cover.<br/>Brown pants cling loosely to her hips, often slipping down them a bit as she moves. They're rather basic, often being torn, ripped, repaired and replaced.<br/>Tight, polished leather boots crawl up along her legs. They're buckled with hard leather straps, making a mock sense of armor.<br/>Wrought around her neck, snugly but not too tight, was a polished leather collar. Upon its side was a steel nameplate. A word, or perhaps, words were written in elvish here.  On the front of the collar was a rather unmistakeable D-ring.. though polished, marks on the inside of the metal have made it out to be rather well used..<br/><br/>Leiendra's hair was wild blonde. Some patches a platinum sort of white, others a pure and tainted form of orange and red.  It fell down to her mid back, though the front was anything but precious and combed. Tendrils of it fell across her face and along her ears, barely kept above her chin as they were forced to curve upward by her headpiece.   Her whole body was slim and athletic. Slightly tanned skin showed perfectly the gentle curves of her muscular undertone. The skin that graced her had that perfect, elven softness to it. Crystal coloured eyes watched out at the world, almost colourless in thier soft form of grey. Some sort of grin had never found itself away from her naturally pink lips for very long. Regal and sharp features of her face carried that of both an elven and a proud heritage. It somehow seemed odd on the vagrant, though the never-ending smiles broke such a 'proper' visage.