Jaxelle

The young woman before you fairly glows with youthful energy. On most days a bright smile caresses her soft plum lips, which curve into a cupids bow of delight whenever she's amuzed by something - which is surprisingly often - creating deep dimples in her rosey cheeks. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkle like twin ocean-crystals, and a thick layer of midnight eyelashes sweep to practically meet her brow. A small, pale scar rises like a defiant cloud from that same, soft brow, but does nothing to diminish the generally cheerful aura of the girls face. Short, golden curls replace once long hair, sprouting from her head in crazy curls that often refuse to be tamed.

Jaxelle appears to be about 17 Turns, 9 months, and 21 days old.

Dyed a rich ruby, the outfit Jaxelle wears is striking against her pale skin. Thin, ribbon-straps connect to the straight top line that cuts across the body at her bust. The boxy little top is of a crisp, light cloth and hangs to the waist where a hint of her stomach can sometimes be seen as she moves about. There's a small bow at the top center where the top meets the curve of flesh and along the seam here tiny leaves have been embroidered in darker ruby. The breeches are a matching hue, the waist tied with three delicate ribbons. The hips flare slightly with extra cloth and then tapper a bit to fall smoothly to the ankles allowing a great range of movement.
A small tag in the back of each article bears the telltale mark of apprentice Samuel, a little embroidered wave.