Aasa stands at a short five foot one, black hair whipping in the breeze. A closer look at her slightly green tinged skin reveals delicate scales along with golden eyes with pupils like that of a serpent. Her face is set with a grim expression, a pale blue cloak fluttering around her slim form. A hint of silver metal is visible underneath her cloak, a rather sturdy bandolier strapped across her chest. A shotgun is in her hands, a rather nasty looking item to say the least.

After a few words it is apparent the teachings of patience were lost on the inquisitor, prefering to keep things to the point when possible. A sense of unrelenting anger comes from her, something driving her... most likely the source of the rather painful looking scar at her jaw.

(Imagine subtle scales and a little more green skin)