Larial Blackwood, true to the commonalities of her kin, is a diminutive woman lacking largely in the way of curves. Her late grandfather, George Blackwood, said to frequently comment how much she'd look like a boy in the right attire, much to her displeasure.

Regardless of her lacking bust and slender hips, Larial still manages to maintain a lovely feminine figure when draped in her gowns and finery. She takes careful care of her appearance. Those soft silky locks of her pale blond hair kept in oiled curls.

Her features are delicate and angular, with out being sharp. Large icey blue eyes gaze out at the world with a cold calculation these days. The warmth they once held all but lost.

After recent events something has changed in the once kind and sweet young woman. The death of her beloved brother marking only the beginning of her many trials. The scars have hardened her heart and taught her some valuable lessons in life. Perhaps she may yet become the Blackwood her Uncle desires her to be. Larial has become cold and semi reclusive. Cutting former ties she has constructed a solid wall around herself so she might never again fall victim to emotion.