A slight dark skinned female stands before you, a wry smile creasing the ruby red lips of her face as she looks at you. She seems almost ethereal in nature as she stands at ease in front of you. Her head is crowned by a wild snow white mass of curls, falling randomly across her shoulders as it moves slightly in the breeze. Her face is adorned with whorls of what appear to be paint of some kind, mainly dark and red as though in some tribal markings. Looking slightly closer you see scarification running over her cheeks and down towards her neck, raised welts of scars from a ritual long past. A finely formed hand runs through her hair and drops gracefully to her side, scars showing on her palms and tattoos on the back of her hands, patterned in a way you have not seen before.