Cold.  She has no trust, nor any need for you.

Tall, humorless woman.  As if depending on her mood, she may have slight facial scars or none at all.  Her skin is light yet shining as if a slowly tarnishing silver.  Her eyes?  They should be something dark.  Her hair isn't black, but an unnatural grey that shouldn't exist.  There is something in her nature that suggests that she has seen it all, even the most incredible beauty or terrible power is just a variation on something she's seen.

Her face looks older and more worn by stress than the normal woman around here.  She might even be *GASP!*  In her mid thirties!

She is alert, VERY alert.

There is something in her nature which would make most uneasy.  Then again, who doesn't make a person uneasy around here?

Okay, okay.  It's obvious that she's making a slight effort at hiding something, and that she has a mild shifting ability.  But who in the name of that bastard dragon-god doesn't?  Yeah.  She has a dislike for Bahamut.

Lights:  She isn't really in the mood for your shit.  She isn't in the mood for your love either.  She fucking loved once, it didn't turn out, and sadly, once is all her kind gets.

Guilt.  She is filled with it.  Guilt, rage and a sworn oath to give her new life to the one she decided she would be reborn to serve.  Don't ask her where she comes from, don't ask her where she goes.  Hell, don't ask her for her full name either.  'Remn is all that you'll get.