Lock is a thirteen year old lass, and has always lived in poverty in the streets. Because of this, she's scrawny and malnourished, and has stopped growing at five-foot tall. 

Her hair is a light brown, chopped off unevenly at her jawline, giving an easy view of her often grimy and unclean features. Her eyes are an innocent shine of youth and hope. Despite her living conditions, she has remained believing that there is more good in the world than not. 

Her clothes quickly become worn and ragged if they weren't already, never meeting a washing basin, and rarely stripped to even sleep, knowing the grind of the cobblestone streets to wear and tear the stitches set.

Though her personality is full of color, the girl will never know colors--after seeking in vain to understand the difference in coppers, silvers, and gold pieces, any who tried to teach her would realize that she could not actually see colors. She has only been just told that she will never learn them, as the concept is reeling to explain and understand to most.