What she wears and most see

The women who stood before you was a lithe elven women, her form was slight though not so thin and long of limb more of a graceful form, her breasts were smallish more like a handful than anything else her waist and belly were slim. Her hips were wide and her ass bubbled how ever which leads down to a set of long dancer's this wasn't what was strange it was how she dressed that was.
She wore armor that barrowed from what seemed like a multitude of armor styles as well as cultures, she wore part of the breast plate of a knight of Solamnia, her vambraces were of a strange metal with an even stranger symbol  of a crowned raven with a sword in it's claws with the words Barovia Garda under it.
Her pants were made of an extremely high quality drider silk though the style was alien to most they were loose enough to give her full motion though not so loose that it would catch on everything, pockets were sewn on her left thigh her right thigh was covered with a black leather holster holding a symbol of a square with an X in the middle with stars in the X (confederate flag).
In the holster was a very strange looking flintlock instead of having a two trigger design like the flintlocks that were sold in Sinfar instead it used a barrel design with a single trigger.
Her boots are high hard boots with soft dragon leather soles with buckles along the sides to tighten or loosen it as she desires. Around her hips she wore a fairly simple belt with various pouches and satchels hanging off of it at all angles various symbols of many trade's marks as well as military marks adorn these satchels as well as medals she's earned stolen or killed for.
The weapons she tends to hang off her hip are a Jian (Chinese straight sword) as well as a sap, a short sword and even a reverse grip dagger though this changes on her mood.
The cloak she adorned her self with was a cloak of rags, a cloak that had been replaced repaired and remade over and over and over again shreds of cloth in multitudes of colours were there, everything from the most vibrant reds to the most faded whites around the hem the only part of this cloak that seemed to be intact were golden sigils that seemed impossible to read though gave their own dark kind of power to this cloak of rags this cloak also came with a hood that bathed her face in a strange permeate darkness.
The final thing most felt was unnerving about this strangely dressed elven women was her enjoyment of playing the Cheshire cat, her lips use a strange dark purple lipstick that glows softly and her eyes seem to glow a dull blood red as well as her eyebrows an almost pitch coloured purple allowing her expressions to be seen though not her full face.

Ooc: Under her armour

Under her armor she was more definitely a drowess, she had dark blood red eyes and long snow white hair that was braided into a tight bun on her head, her brows were bent like bows her lips lovely and full. Her breasts were just a little bit more than a handful though nice firm and round, her flesh was black as the darkest parts of night and just a little glossy there was not a trace of scar tissue along her body it was perfect and unmarked with any imperfection. Her hips were wide and flared and leads to a nice full ass with beautiful long legs that gave her a perfect heart shaped rear, she kept her legs as well as her sex and almost all of her body bereft of any and all hair leaving only her eye brows, eye lashes and the hair on her head.