Piercing emerald green eyes take in her surroundings as the woman haughtily looks around herself. She's fairly tall and has a crown of reddish orange hair framing her head.
She must spend a considerable amount of time outdoors as her skin has been kissed by the sun.
She seems to take good care of herself and her attire, be it an evening gown or a full plate.
She has a strong voice, well suited for drawing attention (or trying to anyway) when she wishes it.

Haughty, that would be the word that described Tamara best in one word.
Haughtiness elevated to art and mixed with some detached casualness. Tamara never seems to be in a rush to do anything.
Her moves are gracefull if not overly dexterious, her pose akin to a noble though she wears no badge save for one: Black antlers on a red field are displayed prominently on whatever she wears..
She has a tatoo of this badge on the back and palm of her left hand as well. Those with minimal clerical learning would recognize the symbol of Beshaba, the maiden of misfortune.

Smiles seem to come rarely to this priestess, save when people recognize the glory of dread Beshaba and pay proper hommage.

After all, unlike other deities Beshaba's favour is assured. Do not pay hommage and misfortune coming your way is a certainity.