Red, greasy hair almost fully covers a strong, friendly face. Shuttered gray eyes, set wickedly within their sockets, watch delicately over the village they've shown mercy on for so long. An old tattoo resembling a talon is proudly worn just above the right side of her right eyebrow leaves a bittersweet memory of defended lands. She stands elegantly among others, despite her fragile frame. There's something ambiguous about her, perhaps it's a feeling of delight or perhaps it's simply her gentleness.