Sophie Saint-Saëns

Sophie Saint-Saëns is a short, squat thing of an Elezen. She balances in standoffish poise, hiding a portly frame of muscle ‘neath frumpy long garments and a distinctly uneducated mien. Her gestures were crude, like a trained beast draped in silk and taught manners. Behind bows, and gestures, the innate practicality of her neat braid, sun-kissed skin and modesty belied the salt of Ishgardian soil.Hair so dark one streaked with purple night accompanied a quaint show of vanity with dark eye shadow for bright brown eyes, and a wine-toned lipstick. It paid gloomy compliment to her resting bitch face. She usually dressed in churlish clothes that struggled to hide a bountiful bosom, and bore the faint smell of nicotine and a kiss of alcohol.She speaks in a very thick accent, and sighs too wistfully and too often for someone approaching middle age.

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