Standing at an adequate height of five and a half feet, bearing limbs of a lean and modestly muscled nature, and possessing a visage of exceptional averageness, this woman cuts an unimposing figure despite her sharp sense of cowgirl style.

 Her eyes are a brilliant emerald, the piercing nature of her gaze one that would lead, in part, to her leaving the town she had called home.  Raised in a religious commune, she was forced to wander the wastelands after her dark secret was discovered.
 Not that her time as deputy, and pursuit of a suspect into irradiated lands had left her hung, quite literally, like a brahmin, for who could fault her for performing her duty in service of the town?  Not, certainly, that she had begun to use her mutation to carry out extra-judicial punishments of criminals she caught, for who could fault her for so zealously working to ensure that the wicked were punished?
 No.  The dark secret she hid was tied t those emerald eyes of hers.  Her hair, so long passed off as a light brown, was in fact a dark ginger, and as everyone knows - ginger's don't have souls.






 I don't have lights figured out for her yet.  Character is a dominant leaning switch primarily interested in feminine characters.