Description: Intense; there's something that lurks beyond the surface of stark, pale green eyes that watch the world with such avid interest that it enters into the world of questionable intent. Large and bright, angled and almond in shape, outlined with dramatic kohl and topped with thick, dark lashes that shade them just so, standing out against the pristine palour of perfectly youthful skin. A splash of pale pink on small but full lips, a kiss of colour across high and wide cheeks. She's quick to smile, coyly and all, with an unmissable yet unplacable charm. Thick hair in haphazard bob, inky in hue, shining like satin, held in place by one of a myriad of hats at her disposal. Her jaw is angular, but her chin is round; a softness well placed, bringing a sort of gentleness to her fine-featured face. Her form is short, her limbs long; a healthy build, if not a particularly imposing one, stretching just barely past 5'1" in all her glory.

Personality: Odd, some might say disturbing, but always upbeat -- so jovial, so terribly polite. A consumate professional and respected 'pharmacist' with impeccable work ethic. The quality of her other ethics, however, are left to the imagination. There are those that have suggested she suffers some sort of mental malady, possessing of an unusual manner of speech and nearly obsessive quality when it comes to her impliments, but these diagnoses seem more the decree of the murmured court of a judgmental public than anything rooted in truth.

Background: Her father was some high-up in the city guard here or there, the details are a bit muddy and typically left well out of the conversation. Her mother was a herbalist, some unwashed nobody that captured the heart of that crusty old city boy. None of the family got along. Her father wished for her to join the guard, or the army, find some sort of direction in life. Her mother wanted her to be a free spirit. Apparently they couldn't decide on the best course of action, so they sent her away, made her somebody else's problem. That somebody turned out to be an apothecary, one which made her his apprentice. Shucks, you know, she doesn't really know where he is now, but rumour has it he wasn't exactly the best guardian in the world. What's it matter, ey? She's here now, shop of her own, destined to be the very brightest of shining merchant stars! ... Don't believe it? Just watch.

Relationship Summary

Patron:
Family:

Vandred - Reliable, him is. Not hard t'look at, just hard t'remember, 'n that works all splendid for me. Dear to me, though I'd deny that truth with every bloody breath left in me, I would.

Canaan - Favour owed, time will tell just how much he'll pay off. Knows things, he does at that, but whatever's in there aren't comin' out too easy. Gotta respect that.

Starra - He's new, got some promise; keen of vision, let's see how sharp the action what follows might be.

Frenemy:

Gael - ... Aren't sure what he stepped in, me, what's so bloody decadent ... but he do love to put his foot in his mouth atimes, don't he? Aye, 'course he does.