The mirth of youthfulness is lost in this eighteen-year-old human. A roguish look in her dark hair and dark eyes. Clear, pale complexion and a well-pronounced chin. The woman has a frown on her face usually, although not that she has anything to scowl about, it?s just a comfortable sit for her. She has blue-purple eyeliner, and dark, thin-plucked eyebrows over dark eyes. It seems to compliment her frown as if she is a serious individual. She is not. She retains her youthfulness in attitude and look. Unmarred, short and lithe. A compact 98lbs at 4?11. A small rogue in a short leather jacket.


Her situation is readable by how she garbs herself. A double-belted, tight corset underneath the short leather jacket, dark reds and tans on every bit of her figure from the shirt to her scabbards on either side. Short-swords betray her dexterity, each of them worn and has seen use, thumbprints worn into the far side of each handle. The small woman is shapeless above her waist, with little to no body fat to account for curvature, weight or size. Her lower-body has the shape of a practiced, dexterous rogue, in stark contrast to her bony upper-half.