Full Name: Speci   Xiv  (Or just Xiv)

Age: Twenties or something?

Sex: Female

Height: 6 feet, 1 inches

Skin: Changes from a dull gray to a brilliant silver.

Hair: A trifecta! Mostly black with the occasional patches of blonde and silver that never seemed to be in the same place twice.

Eyes: Golden

Looking to stand around six or so feet, this woman stood out as quite an oddity, with long and lovely strands of black hair pouring over her shoulders with the odd patch of purple and even blonde scattered throughout. And with a complexion of silver to boot, it's anyone's guess as to just what this woman is... Where to even start... Her face was... Well... Inexpressive, her eyes were quite often hidden behind a crude dark colored blindfold though it didn't truly seem to have much effect on her as she was prone to staring; it was anyones guess if she could see or not... But still she would often lock her gaze on someone and keep it there. Should one manage to catch a glimpse of her eyes it would be painfully obvious this woman rarely if ever blinked; and they seemed to glow with an unnatural golden light; one might find it pleasant if they could somehow get past her stoic demeanor, and while her face was often prone to changing, small alterations in the structure; those glowing orbs just never seemed to change, keeping that unnatural metallic quality.

Her style of dress was... Uncertain... She seemed to favor robes, often incorporating the color blue in anything she happens to be wearing, she seemed to have a fashion sense more inclined towards modesty. Her figure was full and she seemed to have quite the impressive bust, though it was difficult to say just how large each orb was as this woman seemed quite comfortable in her robes. Perhaps she fancied herself a noble, and it would likely explain her disinterest in most things going on around her, indeed she seemed more inclined towards burying those unblinking eyes in various books she happened to keep on her at any given moment.

She had quite an odd scent that was near impossible to make out, an odd scent of cinnamon, smoke, booze and a few other things. While not quite unpleasant it was indeed a prevalent scent, and indeed she at-least seemed to be somewhat aware of this as the cinnamon was most likely an attempt to make herself easier to be around, but it mostly just comes across as the scent of burnt spice, that only seems to get worse the more emotive she gets.

This woman seemed to have a thing for heights, or maybe just out of the way places, as it wasn't too uncommon to find this woman in the most out of reach places, atop fences, walls, towers, you name it; if it lets her look down on someone; chances are she'll chance the climb upwards!