At first glance, this woman would be questionable in age and race - barely reaching 5’ in heels and possessing dainty, doll-like features. Not particularly muscular and of subtle and proportionate curves, her deftness is hinted in confident, fluid movements and the occasional swift or wily feat. A wavy blonde mane reaches the middle of her back, locks about her face typically braided back for practicality and style alike. Her eyes are finely lined in black and are, themselves, a very pale blue that at closer examination appear riddled with interwoven tendrils of silvery grey.
The scent of soothing oils, cloves and tobacco cling to her tattoo-riddled skin; the busy images covering all but her face, hands, chest and throat. Highly varied in style and imagery, the content ranges from blades, to roses, to sea turtles but (to those with experience or knowledge in such) would speak to a nautical background, many reveling in images that may seem unwelcoming in nature. The side of her neck holds a signature ferally-posed black cat, and a few scattered knuckles possess symbols whose meaning are difficult to place.
Below her lower lip on each side is a small stud, and her ears hold a series of asymmetrically-placed hoops and studs of similar simplicity. She dresses quality color and fabric which ranges in style for functionality or appearances. A pair of old scars marring each side her otherwise smooth and dignified countenance, alongside the lithe blade forever seen hung at her wide hips hints to some martial experience.
 Her steps are sure and silent; moving with a calm, predatory grace and feminine beckoning. Her voice is dark, and somewhat raspen, implying past environments of smoke and saltwater - and for all signs of a nefarious person, one would usually find her demeanor educated, pleasant and of good humor. Her smile is wide and white, pressing dimples into her cheeks and slightly wrinkling at the corners of her eyes.