A sun-touched unscathed skin, a pair of smouldering - in a fire's reflection - sapphire blue eyes and fair, neatly stylished straight hair is all what sticks out of this lass' foreign looking jet-coloured armour. Underneath, a coissoneur might describe many years of constant labour and training, but not over the degree where someone loses their feminimity. All of this indicates a great deal of personal care though. Apart from her attire, which appears to be well maintained, the only unusual feature might be a blood red ornate sash around this tall woman's waist.

Do not eye her overlong, for her eyesight will make contact with yours.

Did she just turn you down with a mere look? An appraising smile? A cold distant mockery? Or was it just an observing gaze?

The lack of speech may be described as being shy by some, though by the looks of it this lass cares less for fair words and more for bold deeds. A passionate glance from her could rival the heat of Mount Doom; a cold glare might make a dive in the frozen waters of Forochel feel similar, or a meticulously calculating look like keen-eyed eldar have...who can tell.

This intimidating pose people perceive of her refrains strangers from approaching her, more often than not. If spotted with known folk to her however, she appears to come over as a polite and warm person, with a hint of humour even. A rare sight for commoners to see her out of her armaments completely indeed; she seems to be ready for something that may come, at all times.