Odette is a creature of curious composure, her skin is pale and her hair the color of darkest night and longer and fuller then most evenings, with two glittering nearly white grey eyes with long curled lashes framed in way to much eyeliner and black eyeshadow, she would seem to possibly be some sort of priestess by her fairly educated and formal manner, or possibly a noble. Or maybe a necromancer? It's hard to tell.

But that's not the curious part you see....She's....striking. Her body is soft and curvaceous with two deliciously heavy, almost motherly breasts resting high on her chest and a thick set of thighs with a full, rounded rear. Her steps cause her to sway as if the young lady was attempting to lead a marching band with the bounce of that thick rear and she apparently doesn't wear strong foundations so those creamy soft breasts bounce and jiggle all the more...but its fairly clear from her dismissive and seemingly disinterested treatment of the subject of romance that this isn't something she's doing to attract a man or woman or something in between's eyes. She just seems to subconsciously work it. Prone to being the center of attention even when a little goth girl like her is usually trying to be a wall flower. Or maybe its just that goth thing about trying to stand out while also trying to say you don't want attention.

Surprisingly friendly, outgoing, sometimes a bit of a fatalist, perfectionist, and a bit of a know it all. Her voice is rings like two funerary bells and is capable of powerful feminine tones though she often is so softly spoken it'd be hard to hear her at all. When nervous she fidgets with her purse, takes out an umbrella, bounces on her over tall heels or lights a curious cigarette that she doesn't actually seem to smoke but makes a show of it.