-WIP-

Despite hailing firmly from Ithilien, Laluimir's whole person reflects the deserts from which half of her parentage hails from. Her dark skin is like ebony, smooth and without a single blemish, aside a very thin scar that trails down her right cheekbone to her jaw line that is neigh but perceptible under the right light.  Her eyes seem to be dark as night, however when one pays attention to it, they would actually discover that they are actually of a dark blue with flecks of brown throughout them. Her lips are full, almost too thick, most often drawn in a warm smile or a somewhat childish pout, their shade a bit lighter than the rest of her skin. Her nose has a straight bridge, but the tip of her nose is a bit upturned, something she always tried to 'fix' as a child by pressing on it for hours with a finger. 
Her hair is too dark to be considered brown, however a shade too light to be a true, lustrous black colour. However, it is her pride, despite having no skills at braiding it or to put it in kind of hairstyle but a simple ponytail. Falling on her lower back, the hair looks like it is well cared for, feeling thick and heavy under one's fingers when touching it. Usually left to hang loosely over her shoulders, the only times when she pulls it back with a single ribbon is when she is on patrol duty or when she has to perform surgery.
 

The young woman is quite small, standing only at a 1.54m. However, her body is nothing but feline gracefulness, adding to her exotic looks, not to mention that her rounded chest would clear any possible thoughts of her being a child. She holds herself straight, however seems to always take up as little space as possible, rarely making wide gestures, unless she is reaching out for something. Her hands are however usually occupied with fiddling with the strap of a heavy medical bag she carries with her no matter where, or with holding the food she is eating, trying to fill her seemingly bottomless stomach. She has no overwhelming presence, nor does she come off as closed off or distant. The young woman has something welcoming, homely and some would even compare her as a nice, crackling fire in the hearth that could warm you up on cold winter nights. 
 

She wears well worn leathers and woolen clothes by preference. They permit her to move nearly noiselessly and offer her the best of comfort possible, keeping her warm or cool, no matter the weather. Despite it being a requirement for her profession, she has an all encompassing hatred for her hood and mask, preferring to wear it only on duty. However, she has been noted to put it on when in a foul or sad mood, as if to hide from the world.
Despite the masculine looking jackets, boots and hoods she wears, Laluimir has a great love for feminine outfits. However, she never had the occasion to ever wear any and thus holds it as a great secret to herself to dream to have a dress one day. Because of this, she tries to add some feminine touches to herself when she can. Khol around her eyes, keeping her nails a bit longer than necessary and clean, but also to make sure she owns several coloured ribbons to hold her hair with. Recently, thanks to Rasraen, she wears a long braid in her hair from time to time.