Long red hair clumsily hangs over a round, friendly, face. Glittering aquamarine eyes, set low within their sockets, watch admiringly over the crowds she is too shy to join in.

A scar reaching from the left side of the forehead , running towards the left side of her lips and ending under her right eye leaves a bittersweet memory of deceased love.

The is the face of Tatyana Hansley, a silent observer among humans. She stands often unnoticed among others, despite her full figured frame.

There's something incomprehensible about her, perhaps it's her odd companions or perhaps it's simply a feeling of comfort.