Ophelia Pennyfeather

Ophelia was the entity who belonged in songs about remaining forever youthful. Pursuing a zeitgeist way of life. Living every moment in the moment. Chasing that wild fantasy. Kissing that special person when you finally had the chance. Seizing the day, ignorant to tomorrow's repercussions. Ophelia was the emblem of 'life is too short to act this serious.'

And upon first glance, it would be easy to note that Ophelia possessed the physical attributes of a slight, if not nimble, creature. Often described as rather 'pixie-ish' by her peers, her heart-shaped face lay favour to the short crop of sandy-coloured hair which, despite her best efforts, never seemed to lay the exact way she wanted it to. Getting her long locks caught in the wheel of a carriage, and that same carriage proceeding to drag her several paces down the street, resulted in a gathering of curious onlookers and, to Ophelia's horror, a sickeningly large pair of wrought-iron shears to set the poor girl free.

Even as several months had since past, many a folk still recounted the incident with vivid recollection of the only Pennyfeather child being hurtled along the road by her head. Do not be mistaken however, for this was not the first time that Ophelia had found herself in that of a compromising situation, for the excercise occurred somewhat regularly with a likely chance of an audience to witness whatever dignity-destroying encounter was about to befall her.

As previously observed, Ophelia was small. Slender, lithe. Able to be snapped rather effortlessly over one's knee if the situation escalated to it. Yet with the lack of any real body weight to be seen, it offered a rather light step and a particularly furtive gait.

Her choice of garb usually favoured the practical as opposed to the aesthetic, and on more than one occasion had she been berated for opting for breeches in place of a dress and corset. Leg of lamb sleeves puffed at her shoulders, becoming more fitted as they reached her wrists where they met a pair of gloves that she pulled on before examinations. This could only add to the overall androgynous nature of her being, binding her chest to achieve a flatter, more compressed appearance that attuned much better to her liking.