Standing at roughly 3'3" this gnome, and by all means it -was- a gnome, was not tall. Yes, a gnome. You better believe it.

A messy mop of dark hair the colour of chestnuts falls to fram her features. Loose bangs falling to obscure her vision every so often, which is a tad frightening! Considering the fact she toted around a rather peculiar looking crossbow. A set of thick goggles often rested over her eyes, or often enough slung around her neck like some sort of amulet. Other times the set of safety eyewear was used to tie her hair back - Using everything for everything else. Crafty gnomes.

Her eyes, when not hidden away were of a bright green. A curious and intelligent glint to those emerald pools so often found in gnomish folk. She housed a vast peppering of freckles upon her features. Across her cheeks and over her nose they march, the freckles that is. Her face, and more often than not the rest of her, was marred by soot, grease, dirt, and so on and so forth. Likewise the hem to a piece of fabric or a lock of hair might find itself singed, burnt, or even still smoldering. These things just happen, there's no avoiding it.

Speaking of fabric, her attire was practical albeit colourful. As well as being generally marred or singed in one way, shape, or form. She also wore a series of utility belts here and there. Each one housing various pockets, pouches, containers, vials, tools, utensils, or otherwise exploding nik-naks. - Bomb like object, beware!

Being a gnome was wonderful. Every day is like Disneyland. With explosions.