Iara

Her grandfather was a famous cordel poet and woodcut artist, and she grew up beneath the strings of pamphlets hung across the market. She can trade improvised verses with anyone and spin any passerby into a seven-line poem; she carves her own woodblocks and prints and sells her own pamphlets. Her thick dark brown curls are tied up with a red headscarf; she has bright dark brown eyes, strong brows, bronze skin, and a strong, well-proportioned build. She wears printed cotton skirts and an old leather hat with an upturned brim, tilted to one side.

Personality. Quick-tongued, sharp-tongued, and witty, with a loud laugh; she never loses an argument, and those who can't out-talk her end up buying a poem. Proud of her land and origins, she hates city folk treating the sertão as backward. In truth, she has a soft heart; her poems tell everyone else's stories, never her own. She loves using rural exclamations like "oh my" or "good heavens," and her speech naturally rhymes.