A statuesque woman towers before you, her frame solidly built with firm muscles within feminine curves. Coarse black hair is tied back from her neck into a simple ponytail, which hangs out of the way down the middle of her back. Her oddly blue eyes regard the world with hatred and contempt from within a blunt face, its other features far from attractive. Her thin lips appear to be perpetually pressed into an expression of displeasure. Her burnished skin takes on a reddish hue in the light, seeming lit from within by fire. Her movements are slow but powerful, an inexorable march that seems impossible to stop. Here and there she bears the scars from previous battles, and her hands bear the callouses of the experienced warrior.