Name: Mariya Davencourt
Race: Human, Duskan
Occupation: Noble, Magus
Appearance:

A young lady of no more than twenty summers. Meticulously groomed fiery red hair flows down to her shoulder blades, kept tied into a ponytail.  The style is perhaps a little too youthful for her; since everything else about her speaks of a noble station, immediately discoverable with a lingering glance.

She limbs are slender things; strangers to labor, intimates to ease.  Her skin is milky white from a sunless youth, speckled only with a handful of the lightest freckles daring to emerge, and flawlessly smooth by the meticulous beauty standards of her blooded birth.  She glides when she walks, eerily graceful upon heels to which she seems to be born; and her gait comes with the straight backed, high minded look that women have when put through the crucible of high society, alloyed to natural beauty.

Her eyes are startling emeralds, bright and penetrating.  They give her the appearance of constant judgement; and even those upon whom she gazes kindly might fight the sensation of being stripped, layers at a time, by some unseen, merciless intuition.

Usually, somewhere on her person in jewelled display either as a brooch, necklace or pin, is the Davencourt crest of a hawk rampant.