[ Strictly IC / No Tells ]

This soldierly, armor-clad figure wore high-quality plate, forged in a foreign style. Their clothes and leathers bore the crest of some fallen, long-forgotten civilization, almost resembling some kind of military uniform. Judging by her shape, she was female, but the mask obscuring her features made certainty impossible. Two spiraling horns and a whipping tail were the only visible hints at her identity.

The knight's posture was straight as an arrow, masked head held high, a picture of dignity and poise in the face of ruin. Somehow the tapestry of scrapes and dents in her armor only added to the stalwart appearance, like an unassailable fortress.

Much like the statue she so closely resembled, there was naught but the whisper of silence ever uttered from beyond that mask. The one sign of life was a barely-visible pair of blood-red eyes, shadowed from the confines of her covered face. A slight limp also infected her movement, more evidence that she was constrained by the mortal coil.

When not masked or helmed, her scarred visage would be on display for all to admire. One particularly nasty one had split her brow, but with how severe her features were, it didn't really make much of an impact on her appearance.