Lesarakel A'vredon re'l Encare'ar-ai

Very self-assured and confident of herself, she takes great pride in proving that she can be so much better than her brother in so many things, even going to the extent of daring him to a contest - who could survive a midwinter blizzard the longest. She prefers the quite solitude of a winter night to the noise of summer nights, and her favorite time of all is a raging snow storm during the night.

The pride and vanity that marks her family has found a home in her as well, though she's not nearly as vain as some of her relatives, even though she still keeps her outfit in pristine condition by use of magic. She can come off as a cold, rather heartless woman if you let her surface manners trick you, but underneath, she's just as friendly and curious as her brother. Lesara has absolutely no use for people that are instantly intimidated by her cold appearance or her use of magic.

She looks much like her twin bother Tirv, but there are many differences. She's a centimeter or so shorter than he is, though just as thin and wiry, and just as strong as he as well. Les' hair, as well, is a true platinum blond like her brother's, though it reaches the small of her back. Her eyes are halfway between amethyst and sapphire, with the same jewel-like quality of Tirv's eyes, and, again, the sapphire tint to the amethyst is new to the family. Skin several shades lighter than Tirv's burns just as easily, if not more so, than his, and tans even more reluctantly.

Her outfit is a bit plainer and simpler than his is, consisting mainly of an ice blue silk shirt and midnight blue silk pants. The shirt is long sleeved, the sleeves tucked into the cuffs of midnight blue gloves, and has midnight blue embroidery along the seams and a wide band of it down the middle of her front, the patterns restrained and fairly simple in appearance. Ice blue geometric patterns adorn the cuffs of her gloves, which only extend to the middle of her lower arm, instead of all the way to the elbow like her brother's do. A silver fishbone belt holds the shirt tight about her waist, a smooth sapphire resting where the buckle should be. Midnight blue pants glint an ice blue as she moves, and are tucked into knee high boots just like her brother's, except with no designs around the top.

Two swords hang at her waist, one on either side, both of them long, slim blades with a slight curve to them. Both pommels are shaped into the head of a snarling cat, and both cross hilts are carved, much like her brother's is, to give the appearance of two running cats, their tails winding about the base of the blade. Tiny sapphires form the eyes of all of the cats.