The woman has a name, but once presented herself under the alias "Requiem".  There was of course good reason for such, but here in this place the girl was no one.  Merely another face in the crowd, perhaps the masses had merely never paid the girl much mind.  Perhaps they merely could not be bothered to remember an apparent commoner's face and name.  Perhaps, just perhaps...the truth is something altogether entirely different.

"Only one god exists bearing many faces..."

It would not be hard to miss the woman, unremarkable in most regards. Despite her youthful features the woman, now very much having a matured appearance, is of adulthood age of roughly early 20's. A rather petite thing standing at 5'1" with a compact yet athletic build, her toned muscles accentuated by the narrowest of mostly unseen feminine curves. The slight figure sports a small, rounded, toned rear and a set of small, rounded, perky breasts which one would be hard-pressed to acquire a good look at in her usual garb. Her previously short, unevenly cropped hair that once appeared as if cut by a bladed weapon now stretches down past her shoulders and is a deep, mahogany brown. The way it's worn loosely tied back about her quite unladylike to say the least even after she has ceased keeping it short. Those locks frame a rather sharp face with naturally mauve lips, a tiny nose slightly upturned, and cold, blue-gray eyes surrounded by make-up of charcoal and burnt sienna shades, quite the queer combination considering. What little of her form is not covered with clothing reveals both her fair colored skin devoid of the sun's kiss, roughened, calloused hands sporting unpainted nubs of nails beneath her gloves, feet should one catch her without boots on that appeared much the same. All these the obvious signs of a woman not afraid of manual labor, long travels, nor a tougher lifestyle and similar company for that matter.

"All must serve..."

With a cool, reserved, and composed demeanor, the woman carries herself with a quiet confidence and an apparent fearlessness, not one to be easily rattled nor intimidated. The woman while sounding rather intelligent and mild mannered in her way of speaking can also be quite abrasive, apparently holding no qualms in speaking her mind all while remaining rather cordial in doing so. When speaking to her one would find the woman seemingly quite keen, cunning, and downright slick yet also likely to find her callous and a bit jaded. Her style of clothing gives yet another indication of her lot in life and perhaps her profession, favoring looser-fitting yet durable pants, sturdy, knee-high boots, and thicker, cloth jerkins or vests always in varying shades of browns and greens save the off-whites of her blouse beneath. Rarely seen in dressier more feminine attire though dependent on the weather, a person would at times see the addition of a long leather coat or a cloak of what appears to be some sort of animal fur as well as a thick leather hood with a peculiar iron emblem adorning its fastener. Another trademark indication of the woman's skills and occupation would perhaps be the various belt pouches or satchel looped about her shoulder along with the pair of thin short swords she is never without. Though when not wearing gloves a person would see a recent addition to those items always on her person, a simple silver ring on her left ring finger indicative the woman is now married.

"All must die..."

With an observant gaze always watching, acute ears always listening, and sure-footed strides always near-silent, the woman traverses the city with a sort of aloof inquisitiveness and reticent intrigue. The woman would appear to be amiable to various prospects of a certain manner of employ should one approach to discuss such affairs.  Beyond that, should one attempt to get to know her one might be surprised the many faces a woman wears...

"There is only one thing we can say to Death...Not today!"