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| - Voracia McKree is a half Aquilonian, half Vanir woman, and looks every bit the part. She stands an imposing height of over six feet, with a shapely, muscled body and a firm set to her jaw. Her aquilonian blood gives her a somewhat aristocratic look, high cheekbones, somewhat thin lips, and a somewhat 'snooty' look to her face, the idea that she looks down on people only emphasized by her height.
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| - Voracia McKree is a half Aquilonian, half Vanir woman, and looks every bit the part. She stands an imposing height of over six feet, with a shapely, muscled body and a firm set to her jaw. Her aquilonian blood gives her a somewhat aristocratic look, high cheekbones, somewhat thin lips, and a somewhat 'snooty' look to her face, the idea that she looks down on people only emphasized by her height. Voracia's eyes are a dull yellow in color, somewhat 'empty.' They are not lacking in intelligence, her somewhat slanted gaze often narrowed studiously on her opponents, targets, or her next client, but they seem devoid of... well, something. Her hair is not too long, hanging to her shoulders, blond but somewhat dull. Her hair, half braided, half straight, with three braided ponytails hanging over her shoulders and from the back of her head, is 'taken care' of, but notably, nothing particularly radiant, having a dull luster at best. Her skin is faintly tanned, though fair, from too much time spent on the battlefield. Ms. McKree favors loose clothing that leaves most of her flesh exposed. There are various reasons for this... being a harlot, she prefers to keep the goods somewhat 'on display.' But there are darker reasons as well... for one, as a mercenary, she spends a good deal of time in battle and prefers clothing that does not hinder her movement. Likewise, though Voracia is not often vocal about this, she likes to have as little armor as possible between her skin, and her opponents' blood. The barbarian woman takes a curious pleasure from the feel of fresh, hot blood falling upon her skin, and the glory of battle, or the throes of particularly wild sex, are the only times Voracia's eyes seem to shine. She favors large two handed weaponry, in particular axes or hammers. She does not mind two handed swords, but the sounds of bones crunching brings a grisly delight to Voracia and often results in somewhat mindless giggling.
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