Age: 22
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 137lbs
Hair color: Blue-black
Eye color: Brown

In a land where feminine attractiveness is based on delicateness and gentleness, Mioko is several inches too tall, and half a personality too strong and determined to be considered anywhere near the ideal of beauty.  Despite this, she still cuts a striking figure - albeit more the figure of a soldier than a woman.

Her skin is lightly tanned, indicative of a great deal of time spent outdoors, and criss-crossed in several places with small silvery scars from hours of combat, training and real.  Her hiplength hair hangs loose and free, or sometimes twisted into a single braid or up in a high topknot, when she goes through her morning routine with her weapons.  Her clothing is that of a soldier, although worked in richly embroidered fabric as befit her new station, in deep blues and greens and silvers.  Over her long, flowing pants that gave the illusion of a full skirt, she wears a set of silver-hued shimmermail, expertly fitted to her figure and mostly hidden by a kimono of deep blue, elaborately worked with silver dragons and thunderbolts.  The feminine nature of the garment is lessened somewhat, by it being slit up both sides for ease of movement, and the entire ensemble is pulled together by a wide sash of bright red, edged with gold.

Tucked through the sash on her left hip is a matched set of slightly curved scabbards, both identical ebony wood, with hilts wrapped in silver and blue, one slightly shorter than the other.  In her right hand, or very close by if not, she carries a spear longer than she is tall.  The ebony haft, a full four feet in length, is carved in a light pattern of flowers and vines, with two thick silver rings as big around as a man's thumb located just below the two-foot blade, double-edged and no wider than the haft, that sits at the apex of the weapon.  A tasselled silken cord of bright red is elaborately knotted just beneath the blade.  Beneath her robes and armor, she wears a small triangular pendant of yellow sandstone on a chain, and a single ring set with a smooth cabochon of silver-flecked gray stone rests on the first finger of her left hand.

Mioko tends towards the sort of silence that makes most people uncomfortable, but it would be a mistake to assume she's bored or not paying attention.  Her eyes are always moving, and little escapes her notice.