A lovely voluptuously mature woman, Braea is not a lass or a girl at all but rather has the curves and experiences of a Lady that's managed to put a few years of life in and has the sophistication and charm of someone whom has earned them.

Possessed of rich red hair and sparkling green eyes, she has a round and pleasing face, a spattering of freckles played across her cheeks and nose, a pair of thick, softly pouty lips that just look wonderful curled into a smile or petulantly stuck out, milky skin that doesn't look like it's spent much time in the sun and a heady scent of perfume, motor oil, ozone, pipe smoke and brandy.

Her voice is soft and lilting with an enchanting accent despite a vocabulary at times that would betray the whimsically lovely voice; the dulcet gentle tones would certainly seem in opposition to the occasional blue streak she can cuss up, nor does the country accent seem to befit the clear education and cultured tones she usually intones.

Body? Girls got ass. Girls got tits. In fact the woman has both in abundance due to her overweight status; her thick build and preference for corsetry has created some lovely, ripe sets of cleavage above and below, with her thick legs and what nature minus a good 40 pounds extra of no hard labor and all the baked goods she can eat would have been a willowy build has resulted in quite a stacked build(even if someone where to pry her out of the steel boned shaper would find the effect somewhat, though only somewhat diminished.). Those heavy fertile fields of wonderful silken flesh so confined and almost, just almost, not fully able to be appreciated have likely tempted a glance or two in her fair time, and her easy going demeanor likely encouraging it.

She likes crowds, she likes learning, she likes to laugh and most of all: She likes to take things apart. So clearly she's an inventor, a politico or a sociopath.