A woman who took care of herself, it was clear to see. Victoria appeared around the age of thirty, the subtle hallmarks of age starting to wear at her facial features. Her hair was long and wild in appearance, the raven strands flourishing in a life of their very own as they swept across her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was a silky pale in texture and complexion, near perfect but for the thick bubbling scar that had healed poorly. The wide ripple of light tissue stretched up from her right eye, a contrasting souvenir of battle that had been patched up by someone who lacked experience in such procedures.

Despite her often calm, if not sullen, expression her eyes carried a certain warmth within those polished bronze jewels shaped as though they were belonging to a feline. Her eyelashes naturally long and jet black, that would sweep in slow flutters on occasion. She sported a pair of plump full lips which rarely curved into a smile. Her mannerisms appeared to be reserved, aloof almost from her apparent stature. It would be easy to note Victoria was all business, whatever that business was.

If the great sword on  her back wasn't enough to show she had the ability to defend herself, then the shape of her body would allow anyone to see that she was no stranger to physical exercise. Standing at 5'10", her shoulders were set a little wider than other women of a similar size. Her thighs were fairly large also, her hips flaring out at either side. The contours of her body spoke of at least some amount of strength and regular exercise. Her figure retained it's feminine qualities regardless of her bodies hints of muscle.

(( No red lights, highly unlikely to stop the flow of role play. ))