| You see a seemingly plain feline, dressed in what appears to be discarded clothes picked up at various times. The only really pretty thing about her is the masses of thick, jet black hair that falls to her waist, glossy to the eye and silky to the touch. Her face is plain, the sorrowful eyes over-shadowing her small nose and crooked mouth. But upon closer inspection, the mahogany eyes, with just a hint of a light as a sign of spirit, are fascinating, and the crooked mouth can be, at times, charming. Her height is slight, and her figure flat, her loose, light blue dress is made of cotton, and the heavy black cloak, are her spring clothes. She is normally quiet, used to be stepped upon by others when she isn't, but seems to have an almost...childish innocence about her. Her voice, when she speaks (which is rare), is soft and caressing, spoken in what sounds like a (British) accent. |