A slender woman, ever-so-slightly taller than the typical Bree-lander, with a rather outlandish face to boot - though not one as prominent as the noble Gondorians or rough Rohirrim, the differences are obvious, but subtle.
That curious face is surrounded by a short, but rather wild hair. It has the colour similar to red amber, not unkempt, but not frequently visited by a comb - or barber's shears, judging by how unevenly it is cut. The hair just long enough to encompass her face, usually parted in front, so that her eyes - dim gray in colour, but never dull, almost always with an impish spark brightening them - are never obstructed. Beneath those rests a short, small nose, and lower yet - her lips, usually curled in either a smirk, or a veiled echo of one. To the side of those, there is a small beauty mark - a simple mole, more accenting than ruining a woman's natural beauty. That fault falls to a scar on her chin, small, but noticeable.

She is slim, but far from a weed, her arms are toned and body athletic, nowhere near as muscular as warriors, but far from the typical pudginess of a farmgirl. She could be mistkaen for a huntress, perhaps - if hunters ever wore bright red clothes, a colour she absolutely adores and evidently uses always and everywhere. On top of that, the woman also seems to enjoy hoods, seen with one almost permanently.

A thick string is woven around her right wrist. On it, a single bead of cherrywood, carved and painted on the side with a motif of some kind of bird. The other symbols are foreign, possibly nothing more than decorative patterns. Some might recognise it as a good luck charm.

Song: "Black Fox" - by Heather Dale