This young tiefling looks definitely out of place, and somewhat aware of the fact. Though calling her unattractive would be quite the stretch, her face and build are far from the flawless, bombastic beauty sported by so many other locals, male and female. She stands at what elsewhere would be considered an average height, barely managing to reach the shoulders of most Sinfarians and being often forced to tilt her head all the way up when addressing bystanders. Those gazing from above would glance down over a frail-boned, lissom creature, with features far too soft for someone who has chosen to wear mostly black; a small widow's peaks frames an expressive, heart-shaped face, often running the gamut between sagacious, suspicious and sly. Two grooved horns jut out from jet black hair, tips curling right beneath her ears. And yet, her skin is smooth, soft and unblemished, her eyes a beautiful blue and her mouth, albeit small, looks carnous, full, and as dainty as if it had been painted in place. The body beneath is a collection of badly concealed curves, forgotten under clothes often too baggy for her frame, but enough to make the head of perceptive observers spin and fingers tingle with the curiosity of investigating the matter.