"She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from divine."

"I need someone who sees the fire within my eyes and wishes to play with it."

"Don't underestimate the allure of darkness. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it."

5 feet and 4 inch tall, the maiden has a  curvaceous figure. She does not look malnourished and on her arms one can even see a hint of muscle. Still, its hard to miss that she is probably not used to hard labor as her general way of dressing and movement gives her away as a noble.

Victoria's face certainly fits the bill in terms of nobility, her eyes having a distinct cat-like feel to them. High cheek bones, slanted nose and lush lips show that the noble's face is unmarred. Long tresses of crimson hair often conceal her face considerably though when tied back would reveal pronounced collarbones and small ears.

If that didn't give away her noble heritage, her way of carrying herself certainly does, each step showing the grace her relentless or should we say stringent education imparted her with. A step, complimenting a waspish waist, portraying confidence of someone who was taught beyond doubt that they were entitled to their place in the world. And to a chance of shaping it, for good or ill.

In contrast to this is the scent she leaves in her wake. A subtle reminder of vanilla mixing with lily of the valley.