You might look at her and think "wow, she'd be beautiful if she'd just smile". Then you'd see her smile, and before you had time to reflect upon if your guess was correct or not, you'd be dead.

Vile Ann is a tightly-wound bundle of ropy muscle. She keeps her jet-black hair short and pulled back and out of the way. She is beautiful, but only in the way that an exquisitely-forged sword is beautiful, the universal beauty of true utility.

She goes everywhere wearing her well-maintained armor - an ancient set of Tatami-do. Across her lower back she carries a pair of matching Wakizashi - handles wrapped in blood red leather. Over one shoulder she carries a bow so tightly drawn you could use the string to slice a man's arm clean off.

They call her vile because of her utter ruthlessness in battle. She disdains mercy, shuns compassion. Battle is the only true test of who belongs in this world and who is unworthy.

She has left a trail of bodies leading to the doors of the arena, and here she knows she will finally find if she is worthy or not.