A svelte woman of slight stature stands before you. She moved with a sinuous grace, elegant but at first glance seemingly powerless. Her unbound, burnished red hair flows down her back untamed, cascading in waves reminiscent of a waterfall of flames. In the same vein, her emerald green eyes blaze powerfully with emotion. Her pale high cheekbones and lips compressed thinly into an expression of disdain complete her fair features. She is otherwise unremarkable but for the long healed scars on the knuckles and palms of both hands and soles of her feet.