The haunted druid dresses primarily in dark-colored, torn attire that covers just enough flesh to leave enough to the mystery, whilst sending a clear message about her wild nature. The torn garments are often stitched together from randomly assorte fabrics, that are additionally layered with frayed edges that shift with the wind, in the very same way that the wings of carrion birds do so. Everything is also adorned with countless trinkets, ranging from things so simple as birds, randomly scavenged jewelry to more gruesome bits as bones of various animals, bound together into charms.

Her skin, pale as light of the moon in the witching hour is marked with sprawling, intricate tattoos that evoke furious waves, trees in the middle of the storm, bending from the wind's momentum and the claws of countless predators. The ink winds across the body, as if it was a lexicon of forgotten and forbidden rites. Some of the marks even shine under the dim light, as if there was some life within them.

Her thick, wild lock of ashen-blonde hair spill over the shoulder, tangled with bone charms, feathers, pieces of strings and other, countles decorations rendering the whole arrangement utterly chaotic, with no semblance of order possible to be found within it. Beneath this mess, rests her face, a faint hint of smirk ever present adorning the otherwise cold expression that contrasts with the rather youthful face. What contrasts even further however, are her eyes. The amber-coloured orbs seem to be almost smoldering with a faint glow, that pulses like a distant lightning in a storm.

Her entire, seemingly thin body is toned from years of surviving in the wild, often adorned by random decorations, such as bands of twisted vines, some even still alive, which can be deducted by the slow, sentient grace that they coil themselves around the limbs.

Wherever she does walk, the air does grow heavier, charged with the scent of damp earth and rise in humidity, as if a storm was approaching. Sometimes a cold breeze and a faint smell of the sea joins this composition as well.

OOC: Fine with most of things, if you want to  do something and such, just hash it out OOCly with me.