Strangely satisfied to remain swathed in layers of sandy, cinerescent fabrics, stained, swirled and painted with muted jades and golds -- frayed, bleached and beaten in that chronic way only the wind and sun could manage -- it was usually the striking, vibrant eyes that caught attention first; auriferous, stark against the dark of the oft-raised hood, yet oh-so complimenting of the fabric's golden trim there, and by hem of sleeve and foot. Alliterations aside, Rakkasah presented a frame a spot on the taller side, pushing slightly over six-foot, and likewise a bit more built; strong of limb and vaguely pear-like, her exact bodily features were a bit hard to discern beyond the appropriate physique of a hunting cat, concealed under fabrics that snapped and curled like smoke in breezes, betraying most weights and delicacies of her form, often concealing her from head to toe, with but her muzzle exposed.
Her hair was worn rather long, and strikingly feminine, not mane-like at all, given her species. A rich honey-brown, worn in well-kept braids, they were sustained by the efforts of fine leather thongs and intricate weaving, and usually worn over her shoulder, so as to be out of the way. Capped by small skulls of long-fanged, open-mouthed serpents, the teasing ends of each braid stuck slightly from their jaws like tongues, clattering and chattering noisily amongst themselves, prattling on wordlessly about onlookers as she walked. Beads, bands, bells and trinkets joined them in those lengths, each with individual whorls, twists, and curls of colour, lending unique life to each of those hair-serpents.
As a lioness, she was possessed of a typical degree of elegance and refined beauty, when she was even far from it. Her fur was a rich gold; a sandy bronze born of the deserts of her homeland, blanching to a snowy cream over her jaw, down her front. Streaks of kohl rimmed her eyes, applied rather sloppily, smudged here and there, serving both as a welcome contrast to her apparel, and as a contrast to her vivid eyes. A number of tattoos appear on her -- in truth, merely dyejobs to her fur, some faded -- scripture and proverbs mostly, in Arabic. Some occasionally peek from her apparel, most notably one along the back of her neck, and one along her right, inner forearm -- but even these were rare, for when she wasn't completely covered, she still stuck to more modest apparel - a hand-knit black shawl over a longsleeve, white blouse and black pants -- sometimes even black jeans!
Various satchels of varying sizes swung from her shoulders and even her waist, some smoking insidiously with spiced scents that served well to break up the dry, earthy scent she seemed to drag with her. Most were fashioned from scavenged materials, woven together strongly, but more than one was fashioned from unsettling and familiar leathers, interwoven with patches of fur and oilskinned hide clinging like patchwork scabs. Some were decorated with tusks, others with skulls and flower-shapes, and some sported all three, leaving interpretation -- if any -- quite vague.
Hanging from her left ear was a hoop -- not a conventional piercing, but rather a literal hoop -- of gold, gouged into it. The hoop was clearly re-heated to allow to close, making removal impossible.. save for quite a bit of pain. From it, a variety of earrings hung; totemic and fierce, they varied from wire-ensnared gems and sun-blanched knucklebones, to strange, polished bijous and fanciful coins from far away lands, changing almost daily, or per occasion. Her right ear was pierced far more traditionally, with a series of more golden hoops, spaced once by a rather large barbell-type piercing between them, fashioned from what appeared to be finely-cooked clay.
Rakkasah handles English rather well, but is prone to elision. Her sentence construction often needs a little work, and her accent leaves her softening some sounds, while hardening others in ways that leave words sounding a little off.
At least she tries.