Toffee colored strands gently wave around her heart-shaped face, freed from the bun the rest of her locks have been loosely pulled into.

Her color scheme seems to stem from duty more than whim, the blue and green fabric well taken care of and rich in color.

The green she wears matches her eyes, though the earth tones fail to hide the apathy found within.

Her strides are strong and confident, rarely faltering as she moves with the grace of her people.

Strangely, she either has no scent, or it is too faint for most noses, wearing neither perfume nor washing with any scented soap.