It has more than once been commented upon that the opening of the gates has brought forth all sorts of folks, yet Blacksteel remains full of natives born and raised. Melisandre, clearly of low-born status, is a young woman seemingly living completely alone likely in either Old Town or the Rookery. The rather exotic appearing woman was evidently no stranger harsh realities of life and to the worldview  and culture of the denizens of Blacksteel.



The woman before you is moderately tall at 5'3". She is lean, possessing the body of a dancer. Her body is generously curved though her endowments are not overly large, rather she is simply proportionate. Long, flowing, ruddy-red colored hair surrounds her reaching nearly to her waist. Dazzling pools of bright blue orbs watch the world about her from a heart-shaped face. Pursed upon her countenance are a set of rosy-pink colored lips are that full though not pouty, partnered with a patrician nose. The tell-tale sign of her mixed heritage barely come to a point beneath her wavy locks. The timbre of sound heard from her a singsong voice that is silken and yet slightly deep. Mostly unblemished flesh reveals her bronzed hued skin clearly well cared for and her nails were kept neat, groomed, and often painted with color. Her scent always that of various oils and perfumes she frequently makes use of. She glides through the streets with an almost ethereal gracefulness.



Her style of clothing may lead a person to have some inkling of the manner in which the woman supports herself. Favoring snug yet supportive, corset-style tops, mid-length skirts frequently sporting a daring slit, wide-set fishnet hosiery, and heeled boots not quite reaching the knees. The woman enjoys jewelry and can be seen adorned with bangles upon her wrists, rings encircling her fingers, but no beads nor amulet hanging from her neck. Typically, her hair is allowed to flow free about her visage. She never readily appears to be in possession of any type of weapon but at times can be seen with a musical instrument in hand.



With a playful demeanor and mannerisms, she approaches life and indulges those around her. She is a bit of a hedonistic sort of woman and holds no reservations nor shame in that regard. To speak with her it is plain to see she is intelligent, possibly surprisingly well educated for one of her station. If you are fortunate enough to watch her perform, it is obvious she is a woman of many talents. Her craft has been well honed and quite obviously her joy comes from the performance. There is nothing she takes more seriously than her art.



"Because we're elves. They hate us. They've always hated us. They need no other reason than the shape of our ears."