Race: Human
Age: Early 20's
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130 lbs
Build: Hourglass 36D-26-36
Eyes: Silver
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale
Lips: Plump Pillows Obsidian in color
Orientation: Bi-Sexual

Religion: Doom Mistress of Beshaba

Dogma: Bad things happen to everyone, and only by following Beshaba may a person perhaps be spared the worst of her effects. Too much good luck is a bad thing, and to even it out the wise should plan to undermine the fortunate. Whatever happens, it can only get worse. Fear the Maid of Misfortune and revere her. Spread the message  across Faerun to to obey Beshaba and make offerings to appease her. If she is not  appeased, all will taste firsthand the curse that is spreading throughout Faerun: Beshaba provides!

Appearance:

This young human female woman has long, thick, and lustrous black hair that falls straight but more recently is kept tied in a tight braid with a symmetrical face with almond shaped light silver eyes, a slightly upturned nose, high pink-blushed cheekbones dusted with freckles, full bow-shaped obsidian lips, long, thick, and dark eyelashes, and elegantly arched black eyebrows that look as if they never need to be plucked to maintain their perfection. She would be quite fair-skinned, beneath her elegant clothing. The very light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks does nothing to detract from her beauty, but rather enhances it by giving her an air of innocence.

She has a graceful swan-like neck, long and shapely arms, and full breasts that promise to be more than a handful for nearly anyone so bold as to cup them. Her slender waist and wide hips give her a classic hourglass figure.

She carries herself on long and toned legs, walking with just the right sway to keep her wide hips and firmly rounded rear moving in a sultry dance that accentuates her above-average height. She does not move with the otherworldly grace of elves or trained dancers, but rather, she moves with the poise and grace of a noble, taking deliberate steps meant to entice the eye to gaze and then to hold that attention once found.

She speaks in a rich and cultured alto, regardless of what language she speaks and the sound is that of a woman with confidence and control who probably gets her way without ever needing to raise her voice.

In her wake she leaves a brief scent of a delicate blend of jasmine, touched with the enticing scents of cherry blossom that blends with her own, natural feminine scent. The scent lingers upon her body and one would have to stand close to her to catch it as she does keep the scent intimate and not overpowering.