(Player not part of the original Castimore crew)

Of slender graceful frame and alabaster skin. Raven dark hair frame a solemn face. Sleek, yet strong a nose, with rounded a peak and lips full in frame, painted in matted purple dark.

A scar leapt across the left cheek, to ruin in part, the beauty of a face well suited a portrait on some nobleman's wall.

Manners reserved, yet with grace and sense of fashion extravagant that of noble's taste.
Tone of voice firm, expectant and with demand. A highborn lady's tongue, or a tricksters act?
But it was the eyes….the eyes.

In those sharp gray wells, a hunger brooded. Cold determination, the like of winter.
Something else too,..a haunted look, as if some demon to be expected around every corner, forcing steps treaded with care, and shoulders tensed in fright.