A proportioned, lithe woman stalks the scene in a wary, but curious gait. Her youthful stride is measured in predatory steps, guided by her smooth, dusky-brown skin. Her frame is that of an acrobat or a dancer, and she carries herself with the grace expected of those two professions.

Looking up at her face, two piercing, ruby-red irides stare back. Their color compliments the audacious red of her hair, as the thin strands make their way close to her shoulder line. Her cheeks are elevated slightly, giving her features an exotic, angular look. Her lips are full, the bottom one pierced with a golden stud to offset the dark of her skin. Her ears, slightly pointed, are likewise pierced.

An obscure, but noteworthy feature about this woman are her nails, which are slightly longer than average and sharpened to the point. Her hands look rough, besides, as though they've seen their fair share of contact.

Her voice is heavily accented, rough and grainy like sand, yet comprehensible to those that listen, not just hear it.