Regal but somewhat timid, this young warrior walks warily down the steets of the city. Pike on her shoulder at all times and beaten up, yet well polished breastplate shining on her chest. Stong mane of brown hair flows freely, while dark eyes gazes at the world with slightly aloof and amazed expression.

Rest of her clothes and gear seems to be of good quality but well worn and used, as if it is all older than its owner. For her travel tanned, yet young and unmarred face reveals her age at two decades and a bit more or a bit less. Scent of metal, leather and lavander seem to permanate her vincinity so does an air of uncertanty about world and events unfolding.


//OOC: Approachable, feel free to send tells. If I do not like something, will be noted. Please lets keep in sensible level of roleplay.