At the age of seventeen, those who knew her recently would be surprised by her changes. She's grown only to five foot and four inches, where it seems she will remain in height. The young waif has filled out, looking more the part of a woman that a young child.
Little has changed in the haunting depths of slit pupiled brandy eyes. Many still find themselves challenged as less than they are in her soul slicing gaze. Her multicolored hair falls in loose strands around her shoulders, hanging in streaks of blond, red and brown to her trim waist. The left side of her elfin face is marked with a climbing black ivy vine tattoo that runs from her chin to her brow.
Where once she wore the things she could lay her hands upon, she has discovered a liking for leathers and silks, often in shades of black and brandywine. Tight breeches, knee high heeled boots, flowing blouses and fine cut waistcoats are very rarely traded in for skirts and gowns. The spiraling dragon that marks her upper left arm, and the runic bracelet that cuffs her wrist are more often than not hidden from view. Seemingly delicate hands have well manicured nails, dispite the ink that stains her tapered fingers.
A well known calligrapher with a hidden past who's less inclined to talk about it. She walks these lands in search of scattered friends, the true treasures in life.