Social Rank: 8
Concept: Luckless Luthier
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: Uliveto
Gender: female
Marital Status: married
Age: 27
Birthday: 3/27
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Carpenter
Height: average height
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: murky blue-grey
Skintone: dusky olive

Description: Saro has a lopsided smile that reveals a missing left front tooth, and the faintly worn look of her gently angled face suggests she's seen a lot in her short life. Her coal black hair has a tendency to curl and stick out from her head at odd angles when loose, and to escape messily from its fastenings when worn up. Blue-grey is the predominant color of her eyes, but in their changeable murky quality they seem to hold a little of all the moods of the sea. She is prone to bouts of illness and is almost painfully thin, yet the sinewy muscle in her arms and calves suggest the strength and agility of which she's capable in good health.

Personality: Saro has an oddly unfinished sort of character, not so much in the sense of being incompletely formed, but rather that she's smooth and polished in some ways with unexpected patches of roughness elsewhere, as if a very talented artisan had begun the shaping of her personality but lost interest in the process at critical junctures. She is generally level-headed with a tendency towards the practical, but is often sent off course by a streak of dreamy vision, or loses her temper in a fit of irritability. She's deeply empathetic, yet sharp-tongued on occasion and at times stunningly tactless -- sometimes intentionally so, other times just out of thoughtlessness. She has a strong streak of stubborn persistence, but is prone to bouts of melancholy and doubt that may cause her to suddenly give up at just the moment when she might have achieved success. Nevertheless she has a kind heart, a ready sense of humor, and a soft spot for both animals and children.

Background: Dogged by bad luck and poor decisions, Saro is a woman who seems perpetually to be trying to leave one life behind for a new one, trailing a string of battered cast-off existences in her wake. Her origins lie in the warm, dry farming country of the Lyceum, and it's certain that she's been by turns olive grower's daughter, ship's deckhand, farrier's assistant, and street entertainer, but she also seems to have been involved in a number of failed or elsewise simply disagreeable ventures that she prefers to leave in the past. Whatever else she may have been and however fickle her fortunes, she chanced happily to find a trade she truly loved when she become a luthier's apprentice in the city of Bravura. With a deft hand, a delicate touch, and an eye and ear alike attuned to beauty, she is in a fair way to become a carpenter and luthier of good reputation in Arx -- with luck.