Standing at a modest height of 5'9, this particular woman was anything but ordinary. Luxurious, evidently wealthy attire seemed to adorn her figure at almost all times throughout the day, even amidst events in which it may seem ill-fitting for the activities at hand. On occasion she would wear metal-plated robes, the majority of the hardened material intended to cover and protect the woman's most prized assets:

An exorbant pair of plush, swollen tits. Those utterly immaculate, immeasurable mounds jiggled without relent at the slightest provocation, ever begging for the attention of any eyes that might wander near the noble's delicious cleavage. Each orb was far more than a handful, and certainly a mouthful at the minimum; peaked by a pair of prodigous, scarlet nipples that were only accentuated by the enormous areola that surrounded them.

The woman's hair rarely seemed to stay the same. From one day to the next the color apparently underwent a plethora of changes, and the shades were so vibrant it hardly seemed possible that one could realistically achieve the disparity in such short periods of time. A final detail that any spectator might note about this particular figure was that she quite frequently wore a hood, taking tedious effort to conceal her face if ever she was in public, often keeping that cowl pulled incredibly low.