So what can one say about the woman who calls herself Everlet? She had a proper air about her; mirroring nobility, order and absolution. Beyond that she was prim and proper, organized and cordial, and as such, pulls off the perfect a somewhat pleasant stick in the mud. However, whoever can see the tiny cracks in the supposed mask she bears, can see she is all not what she appears to be.

She maintained a decidedly elegant appearance; curve-hugging, mildly revealing, yet rather tasteful outfits, baubles and accessories that were more simplistic rather than gaudy, and wispy raven black hair typically worn in a semi-professional style; framing a delicate face bearing a layer of makeup that was more 'business than pleasure'. Standing at around 152 cm (~5ft), she wasn't the most imposing sort of figure.

As suggested by her manner of dress, she sported curves to be proud of, at least for one of her stature. Underneath, her skin was a sun-kissed bronze; soft, smooth and devoid of any sort of imperfections; barring one peculiar looking brand that otherwise would have made things utterly flawless.

A small, yet distinct brand would be found along her lower back. Two letters in a calligraphic script; a single 'O', and within, a 'B', made to resemble some form of fancy insignia.