~Things are, quite often now how they seem.~

  Before you stands what appears to be a woman reaching around 5'9" in height, although she can be often found clicking around in large heels. She seems, quite frankly, a bit off. Extravagant, flamboyant makeup constantly adorns her face. Silvers and golds and reds and blues and blacks -- the colors constantly changing, and with it, the general structure of her face. She holds quite an air of extravagant, feminine beauty, but is that beauty hand-crafted? She's made it deliberately hard to tell.

  She has an obvious affinnity for magic, often pulling large objects out of small packages, scrolls and other magical devices oft dangling about haphazardly. She appears to be quite unorganized and constantly frazzled, golden hair dangling in a messy bun atop her head with a few tiny braids here or there and the random bobby pin clipped somehwere. In retrospect, it might be considered rather unsettling that someone so interested in magic could be so dangerously out of order. She seems to thrive in it despite the fact that magical devices, tailoring equipment, fabrics, and other random oddities seem to be poking and prodding their way out of a magical bag that probably hasn't been organized in a century.

 There's something off about her. Despite her unkempt nature, there is an air of precision to her look. She's deliberate in everything she does, despite the nature of said acitons. She's careful, as if she's hiding something...