The light scent of cedar can be caught upon the soft breeze which seems to eminate around her. A strange and curious thing for one of her kind, usually nothing but death is associated with them.
Standing at 5'8" her stature is lithe yet muscular. Waves of soft brown chesnut curls cascade wildly upon her shoulders and frame her face. A swirl of misty gray gazes out upon the world; from time to time they blaze with color hinting at the secrets that she holds within. Her soft rose colored lips usually hold a quiet smile.
Years ago she came to this land and within it she carved a home and family. But like all things, her happiness came to an end and she spent many years wandering the world. Now she has returned to the one and only place she has ever called home.....The lands of Beware.