This lean, tall half breed is imposing indeed. With smoky ochre skin and a pair of luminescent red eyes, she lets her gaze wander about with a measure of amused stoicism. Particularly impish ears poke from full, charcoal locks of tattered hair, pierced with dangling chains here and there.

  A pair of thick ram's horns poke at the front apex of each temple, curling up heavily around her head. Igratta generally keeps her face all natural all except the dark wings at the corner of each of eye.

  Her voice is very probably a bit low for a woman, but manages a robust mezzo-soprano. A sultry, if a bit low timbre.

Lights: Eh, you know. Romance and stuff. Nothing crazy.

Red lights are what you get when you break the rules, so like- don't, man.

My portrait is upside down 'cause I don't give a fuck.