A young woman just past the cusp of adulthood, One has something to offer just about everyone. All too often, they discover it to have been exactly what they were looking for all along. By the time they might think to thank her, she has vanished and taken much of their memory of her on the way.

One appears to be a woman in her late teens or early 20s. She stands a mere five feet tall and weighs little enough that one might fear her safety in a heavy breeze. Her skin is a pale ivory, hair Raven black, and her eyes striking and green. One might be forgiven for thinking she was scouring the depths of the soul with those eyes as, odds are, she is. There is something about her that draws the eye to her beauty, promising danger and adventure such that some seek her out for no other reason. Others succumb to her voice, described sometimes as that of an angel and others that of the sort of primal dreams one does not share in polite company. Even those for whom she offers naught but a kind word or gesture of reassurance cannot fail but be affected by them.

For all that One brings to the lives she touches, it is the rare soul who can later recall her words, actions, or even face. Hers is an enigmatic, changeable presence; there for one incredible moment before fading alongside the warmth where she had been. Only those who know her well can recognize her or put a face to a name.

When called to do so, One dresses to impress. Her appearance fluctuates, changing to suit expectations else acting to change expectations to suit her appearance. She moves with a fluid grace and neither locks nor guards can truly hold her at bay. The paths on which she treads are sought out in accordance with her whim and will. Woe betide any who would seek to simply deny her instead of offering a more intriguing alternative.

One is a willful, capricious, and dangerous woman. Individuals would be advised to take care around her, were they so fortunate as to be forewarned. Even then, she could find other means by which to lower their guard.