A young and curvaceos woman, with raven-black hair cascading down the sides of her neck like a stole; she'd look ordinary, albeit womanly, if there wasn't about her a certain feeling of focussed alertness, as vicious and threatening as a bowstring in tension. There's something in her smile, in the savage gleam in her eyes hinting that this woman shouldn't be trifled with lightly, if not at the cost of one's limb -or heart-.