A blank amber eternal gaze. Endless as the infinity above. She drags her eyes upon her surroundings with no emotion. An unsettling twitch of doom can be felt from her icy disposition.

Beathrix visage was fair, the allure of winter. Her auburn hair danced and cascaded down the lenght of her spine. The way she stood (5'8) held a sense of vigilance a purpose, only waiting for ones mark to strike at a hari pins drop.

She moves with a slayers grace, the sway of her hips can be mistakenly seen as a sultry movement. No.. the sway helps with the swing of her axe.. Wasting no movement, none... Have it be a secondary nature.... Surive.. Protect those.. From hurt.. Like the hurt done to her...