Age: 28
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 174 lbs.

Description: You see a pale skinned woman standing perhaps a few inches shy of six foot, with a slim but well toned frame. A glance could tell you she no meek, courtly thing and not to be taken lightly. Despite lacking the intimidating size of the local Kelt barbarians, she has a more trained and regimented appearance, as if she was made just strong enough to perform her drills and manauveres relentlessly.

Viktoriya has chestnut locks that are neatly cupped short, the kind of hairstyle favored by those who want to be quickly presentable to superiors and practical for armor wear and combat. Her eyes form a piercing olive tinted gaze, complimented by a little bubbly nose and thinly drawn lips that don't see much use in joyous expressions. She has a strongly defined jawline that lends angular look to her features, her visage adorned with a single pink scar that runs from the left side cheek bone, down over the corner of her lips and down to the chin.

A slender neckline fans out to squarely set shoulders, the flesh punctuated by the scarring of three deep stab wounds under the left collarbone. Her arms are strong but sleekly built, slim but used to the rigors of physical training. Though clad aften in armor of fornish design, the general shape of her body beneath can be ascertained, if you dare to stare long enough that she might catch you. Protected by a layer of shaped steel, her chest is small and set with two perky mounds of femininity while her core is slim and fatless, with compact knots of muscle showing beneath the taut flesh and set above a subtly curved hipline that seems to run in line with her shoulders. Beneath, she has legs built up enough to support strong combat foundations, or carry her at speed and with great physical endurance.

It is plainly obvious that Viktoriya is a militant sort and not to be messed around. She stands ready and able to defend herself with a large sword, and with her grim demeanor one had best take care not to incite her wrath. She walks with a certain fluid confidence inspired by the trust she has in her capabilites. Anyone thinking of getting in her way had best be prepared for the consequences.