Waves upon waves of cascading red hair fall down the frame of the woman standing before you. Full and lustrous, her hair resembles a waterfall of fire. She is tall and willowy, her figure bearing both alluring feminine curves as well as a lithe musculature. Her emerald green eyes peer out from within a pale fair face, regarding the world with an expression of contempt and blazing with powerful emotion. Her daintily small hands bore an odd assortment of scars on the palms and knuckles. She moves with a supple grace that indicates formal training of some sort.