Amaya wasn't your typical girl. Her face was devoid of paints, blushes and makeup, choosing to simply let her natural looks shine through on their own. Her bright red hair was kept brushed back, straight with a slight curl to the tips it was kept just as simple as the rest of her - up in a ponytail, and as the day wore on more and more strands of that bright red hair would spring free of their tied back prison to cause the bright haired girl trouble.

She was simple in that way, a plain kimono or a dress, never pants when she could avoid them. Yet despite this plain natured dress, she was beautiful in her own right. Flaming red hair surrounded her head like a brilliant crown, her eyes shining beneath them, bright green and filled with boundless curiosity and amusement that seemed impossible to snuff out. Her lips, soft and pink, almost always curled up into an enjoyable grin.

She wasn't too large, or too small, falling somewhere in between, that fit body spoke of a lively lifestyle, one that involved much running about and quick footed escapes from perilous danger. Her hands carried the callouses of someone used to wielding weaponry of a sort - her body the few and far between scars of someone who was better at getting out of the way of incoming attacks, than one more suited to taking them. Her skin had a healthy glow to it, and by touch, it always seemed a few degrees too warm as if she had just come out of a hot room or had been laying in the sun all day absorbing it's yellow warmth.

If it weren't for the fox ears and tail, she'd almost pass as human.