Standing at roughly 5'8" of height, Mathilda's stature isn't particularly notable. She has somewhat broad shoulders and a thin frame that clings tightly to muscles as smooth and thin as wires. Her measurements are nothing to write home about under her elegant if conservative garnments.

Still despite her unremarkable physique, her smile is nonetheless often contagious. She has a distinctive magnetism often found in those who are filled with drive and purpose. Her hair is a bright dusty blonde and her skin is darkened as if due to mixed heritage.

Her eyes are unnervingly dark and deep. It can be hard without a source of light to even recognize that they could be conceived of as blue at all. The warmth and calm filling her gaze constrasts starkly in that regard. She wears a shining white disk around her neck, likely some manner of holy symbol. A dim blue flame burns without heat within. She speaks in an honest and deep voice that some might find soothing. She is also prone to bursts of easy laughter.

Wherever she goes, she often stands out as a foreigner who doesn't quite fit in with the locals. She twitches visibly whenever a creature from the Abyss walks nearby, as if their presence is felt keenly.

~Traffic Lights~

Red Lights: Non-con, gratuitous gore, torture, excessive sexual pain, scat and vore. If you want to do anything permanent, ask first.

Yellow Lights: Enslavement, bondage and pure SRP.

Green Lights: Oral, watersports (Giving), risk of pregnancy, verbal abuse, dirty talking, scentplay, solid roleplaying, coherent characters and sundry adventuring. In doubt, feel free to ask me.

OOC: Here be hermaphrodite. You've been warned.