Marianne was a picture of unearthly beauty, from her plump shapely lips, to her almond shaped eyes or the waterfall of ivory silk which spilled across her shoulders. If you were lucky enough to get closer to her and part those dense silvery locks, you would notice that her ears told tales of Elven descent. Her expression always seemed to radiate warmth, her nature by all appearances, friendly and welcoming to all. Her dress was tailored with all the finery you could expect from someone who was maybe a noble, not so much as even a single stitch out of place.
  Her skin was an unblemished canvas, on her small petite frame. Standing at only 5'2, she didn't strike an imposing figure. Although what she lacked in height was made up for in an aura of charm and allure. Given this magnetism, you would no doubt notice there was something off key about the woman. About town, those who knew her, simply called her Marianne. No second name was ever given.