She is a quiet one, often seen long before she's heard. It's ordinarily noted that her boring brown eyes wander off; her spirit seemingly carried away from her body - perhaps lost in a different time and a different place. Most likely she is peering away from a book, staring into the wall rather than that page that she had been stuck on for the past while. No matter how often she reads over it, the words find themselves muffled in a mind much louder than the room the woman finds herself in. Once she does snap out of that blissful reverie, her throat is cleared and her eyes peer about, just to make certain that none had approached her whilst she was adrift.

Her soft hand, partially clad by the dark, long and oversized sleeve is brought up to brush away her dark and stray lock of hair which gave one half of her face a dusky hue. The very same sleeve would fall back to expose more of her dusky skin, even revealing a scar, maybe two. Not from a mighty blade, not from a  mythical battle but simply from mundane household chores. It is silly how clumsy she can find herself to be, accidentally pulling down a crate from the cupboard--a sharp-edged crate, only for her feet to slip off of the edge of the chair she is stood on, watching it falling against her arm. It hurt, she bled and even mewled. It is as if her height was a curse more than a blessing that most put it to be. Had she been longer, just a tad longer - that would no have been an issue!

OOC:

Rhoswen is a servant, a maid - affordable by most. It is not necessarily ERP focused or and driven. I love roleplay in all its forms, but more so if it is something progressive. If you wish to arrange anything, my tells are often open. If you wish to approach her without contacting me OOC, do so!


Traffic lights:
Ask and you shall receive! I am very open.