Darkness called upon Galiene late one night as she meditated deeply. She
snapped out of her meditation swiftly and moved down to the pond. Her eyes
were pitch black. Not a hint of any other color could be found. She peered
deeply into the water into her own reflection. What she has become is far
more than her monk transcendence has offered. She knew in that moment her
destiny was to cause chaos in Serin, without any regard to any other being.
You gaze upon a female human of slightly less than average height. Her
womanly curves are still prevalent, despite the first slight signs of being
past her first few winters and without the usual frailty that goes with it
having long and delicate arms and legs to give the rest of her figure the
unusual elegance that the combination of these two qualities can bestow.
Her long light brown hair is imbued with blonde, almost golden locks and she
usually wears it in a meticulously woven braid that flows over the lower
curvature of her form. Sweet and gentle features adorn her pale face, with
a slender, upturned nose that rests above her small mouth made up of rosy,
soft lips. All these elements of her appearance are almost contradicted by
her large, blue eyes that seem filled with a perpetual gleam of sorrow yet
capable of being able to give both the most intensely cold glance and the
most warm look but usually settling for an investigating gaze that leaves
her thoughts opaque to outsiders. A final distinctive feature would be a
series of faint scorch marks on her left hand's fingertips and a faint
sword-like burned scar in her palm.