Her face is like the moon, pale and mysterious, you could get the gist of her features, but none of it really stuck in your mind beyond an impression of astonishing beauty.

Her face is young, although in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful.

Her hair is varies between dark purple and raven black, kept neatly with bows and other lovely little accessories.

Her eyes were as green as a the blooming leafs, and in them were a tiny sparkles like the light of dying stars.

She moves with gentle feminine grace, a sight all genders and sexual preferences eyes glance to look over, an almost unnatural phenomena.

Her breasts are but a handful, they hang in front of her body perked proudly, her pale skin covered with black tattoos.

Looking down from those breasts, you find a thin waist connecting to a plump, yet beautifully heart shaped and carved to perfection rear end.

Her voice is always soft and 'whispery', many take it as seductive while she would admit it is nothing more than her social awkwardness.

She is friendly, loving jokes and games and having fun with others, but would have difficulties maintaining conversation with more than two or three participants at a time.