Saro Kexi
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The forest doesn’t forgive... it remembers.
...So do I.
-Last updated 04/05/26
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Story
Saro Kexi
Keeper of the Moon • Poacher Huntress • "Wraith"Born into a poacher gang in the Black Shroud, Saro was raised beneath leaf and shadow, taught early that survival belonged to the quick, the quiet, and the merciless. Her father once held the mantle of Poach King, and under his watch the gang endured as something more than desperation... there was structure, there was loyalty, there was something almost like belonging.She was called Little Starling then.She moved like wind through the canopy... light-footed, sharp-eyed, her arrows singing long before her prey ever knew she was there. Fierce, but not yet hardened. Loyal, but not yet closed off.That changed.
Her father fell, and with him went whatever fragile balance the gang had known. In his place rose a leader who ruled not with care, but with calculation... one who measured lives in numbers and found most wanting. Saro learned quickly what that meant. What it cost.She stayed anyway.Because her people were still here... and she would not abandon them.For a time, she allowed herself something more. Something quiet. Something soft enough to be broken. It was taken from her in a single, brutal moment... one that left no room for mercy, and no illusion that mercy would ever be given in return.When she came back to herself, there was blood on her hands and silence where something vital had once lived.No one speaks in detail of what happened.They only speak of what came after.Now, Saro walks the Shroud as something colder. Her warmth buried beneath ash, her patience sharpened into something dangerous. She does not waste words. She does not offer comfort. Affection is met with distance... forgiveness with absence.Only survival. Only the hunt.She runs with dire wolves at her side... not as pets, but as pack. Raised by her hand, tempered by her will, they move as she does... silent, coordinated, and without hesitation. Where she goes, they follow. Where they are sent, nothing escapes.Among her people, she is both shield and blade... a merciless defender who does what must be done before others even realize it needed doing. She does not hesitate to spill blood if it means the rest live to see another dawn.Among her enemies, she is something else entirely.A whisper in the trees. A shape at the edge of vision. The last mistake a Wood Wailer ever makes.They call her Wraith.And in the Black Shroud... that name is spoken carefully, if at all.
Hooks
Enemies to Lovers
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Fellow Poachers
Reconnections with others who grew up in the wilds
Mercenary Work
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Skilled Dire Wolf Handler
✧ Huntress
Tracks don’t stay hidden from her for long. If something breathes, bleeds, or runs—she’ll find it.
✧ Pack
Wolves at her side, not beneath her. Loyalty is earned, not commanded—and hers runs deep. Rook, a snaggletoothed elder wolf still has life's flame burning brightly in their greying eyes.
✧ Wraith
Locals speak of a ghost that moves through the Shroud and lays low Wood Wailers that stray into her sights.
✧ Gambler
Dice, cards, or fate itself—she plays to win, and she rarely walks away empty-handed. Pour her some shots of whiskey and she'll not resist the fisted rattle of some bones.
✧ Duskwine
A taste she rarely shares—dark, potent, and laced with memory. The spirit is quickly becoming a rare commodity. It's bitter notes are either loved or despised.
✧ Lover
Not something she seeks, not something she promises...but if it finds her, it burns bright. However, impulsivity does come into play during times of estrus.
Personality
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Introvert ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ☾ Extrovert
Predictable ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ☾ Erratic
Truthful ✧ ☾ ✧ ✧ ✧ Dishonest
Loyal ☾ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ Unfaithful
Pious ✧ ✧ ✧ ☾ ✧ Agnostic
Naive ✧ ✧ ✧ ☾ ✧ Skeptic
Modest ✧ ✧ ☾ ✧ ✧ Bon Vivant
Humble ✧ ☾ ✧ ✧ ✧ Braggart
Energetic ✧ ✧ ✧ ☾ ✧ Easy-Going
Idealist ✧ ☾ ✧ ✧ ✧ Pragmatist
Disciplined ☾ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ Flippant
Orderly ☾ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ Disorganized
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Appearance
Full Name - Saro Kexi
Alias - Wraith, Ro, Little Starling
Titles - Huntress
Age - 25
Namesday - 16th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon
Orientation - Androsexual
Height - 5'4"
Gender - Female
Race - Keeper of the Moon
Patron Deity - MenphinaLikes: Hunting, Gambling, Drinking, Wolves, Handmade Jewelry, Her People, Solitude, Fireflies.
Dislikes: Wood Wailers, Gridania, Nosey and Noisey People, Touch, Impulsivity.
"You keep lookin' like that... you're either stupid, or you haven't learned yet."
She stands taller than most of her kind, built lean and wiry with nothing wasted. There is no softness to her, not anymore... only tension held just beneath the surface, like something coiled and waiting. Old scars map her body in pale, uneven lines... some thin as whispers, others jagged where steel or fang once bit too deep. They are not hidden. They are not explained.Her markings cut sharper than most. Dark strikes trail along her sides, deliberate and clean, like something carved rather than born... and at her brow, they angle down in narrow points, reminiscent of arrowheads. It gives her a look that always seems focused, always narrowed... even at rest.One eye watches you.The other does not.A worn eyepatch rests over the left, its edge cutting across a scar that drags through cheek and socket alike... the kind of wound that never quite healed right. The eye beneath still lives, but only barely. Clouded. Useless at distance. She does not favor it, does not acknowledge it... but she has long since adapted to the lack.Her remaining eye does more than enough.It does not wander. It does not soften. When it settles on something, it feels less like being seen... and more like being measured.Her hair falls dark and unkempt, often pulled back just enough to keep it from her face, though loose strands cling where they please. There is no vanity in it. Only practicality. The same can be said for the rest of her... dark leathers worn close, straps and belts holding blade and tool alike, everything placed with purpose.She smells faintly of iron and earth... damp wood, old leather, and something wilder beneath it. Not unclean. Not unpleasant. Just... untamed.At her side, more often than not, a dire wolf lingers within call or shadow. They do not crowd her. They do not beg. They watch as she does... quiet, patient, waiting for a signal no one else can read.She moves like them, too.Not loud. Not hurried.Deliberate.Each step placed with intent, weight balanced and ready to shift at a moment’s notice. There is no wasted motion... no unnecessary sound. Even standing still, she gives the impression she could vanish between one breath and the next.When she speaks, it is low. Measured. Rare.And when she does not...that is usually when something dies.
Out of Character
Contact
Discord: #LostarHello, and thank you for taking the time to read.
You can call me Lostar; or Steph. I'm an older roleplayer (Born in 1981) who gravitates toward character-driven narratives, emotional weight, and stories that are a little sharp around the edges. I enjoy building connections that unfold slowly, with meaning revealed through interaction rather than exposition.If parts of Saro’s profile feel vague or intentionally obscured... that is by design. Some things are meant to be uncovered in character.
Roleplay Preferences
I am seeking 21+ writers only. My roleplay often explores mature and sometimes heavy themes, including but not limited to: violence, trauma, loss, moral ambiguity, substance use, and other sensitive subject matter. These elements are always handled with care and mutual respect.Fade-to-black is always respected without question. Your comfort matters, and I aim to maintain a space where boundaries are clearly communicated and honored.I strongly prefer one-on-one scenes or small, focused groups. Large community events are not typically my space. I am looking for writers who want to invest in something personal... stories that linger and leave an impression.
Character Notes (Saro Kexi)
Saro is not a character built for lighthearted or casual interaction. She is guarded, emotionally closed, and shaped heavily by loss and survival. Connections with her are earned slowly and may not resolve cleanly.Romantic or darker narrative threads are possible, but they will always be story-first and require strong character chemistry and mutual interest. Nothing is assumed.
Lore Approach
My writing tends to bend lore without breaking it. I stay grounded in the world, but I allow for creative interpretation where it enhances narrative depth. If you lean strictly lore-purist, we may or may not align, and that is perfectly alright.
Availability
I am based in EST (US) and tend to be available earlier than most:
Weekdays: ~10:00 AM – 6:00 PM
Weekends: Limited, typically requiring advance noticeServer & Data Center
Now playing on Rafflesia (Dynamis)Social
@storytellerlostar.bsky.social
Unending Story
To be continued...