As you approach her, you will notice her shoulder length dark hair, that appears to have been trimmed with a blunt knife as the ends are ragged. She stands with good posture, and her full height is about the same as most. A cloak hangs off her shoulders, and she wears a fitted dress that doesn't show her economic state. She turns her head, and you will notice the wisdom on her face. Her eyes tell a story of their own, they are dark, the colour of a dark sky, and they show pain, sorrow and intelligence. With skin so fair, as porcelain as a dolls', the pink scar on her left cheek stands out a mile off. The scar look old and appear to be the heal of deep cuts. She always has a weapon at her side, as she is very paranoid of being attacked.