A young human woman with a dancer's physique, Angica most often reminds people of the sweet young girl that lived next door. Her face is kind and open, and her bright inquisitive smile flashes with free abandon. Her nose sweeps down and out like the stairway of a grand gallery, neatly presenting the ruby red carpet of her wide and (apparently) genuine smile. The skin of her face is as smooth and delicate as pink porcelain, and her eyes change color, depending on where you look -- the center is the sweet brownish tan of tree bark, but it fades outward into the deep rich emerald of newly unfurled tree leaves. It's in her eyes as well, that the most perceptive might detect that not everything is as sweet and cheery as it might appear; a certain hardness -- reservation of some part of herself that you might not like -- lies buried in the root of those brilliant green trees.

Her clothing is practical, and almost boring; it has the dusty air of someone who has traveled far, and is not yet at the end of her road. A leather vest buttons tightly over a white cotton shirt that has been dyed yellowish-brown from the dirt of many countries. At the bottom of the vest the shirt makes one last pathetic attempt at escape; then it vanishes beneath the waist band of a pair of sturdy leather breeches. A black ring belt makes a lazy loop up high over one hip before sinking low to hug the other, and at the nadir of its arc hangs a well-made and well-loved leather pouch. The breeches vanish into a beautiful and ornately decorated pair of black leather knee-high boots; from the art and workmanship alone it's clear that the boots are worth more than the rest of her clothing combined. On her right hand a thin ring of silver circles her middle finger. A band of black silk, set in the center with a beautiful azure gemstone, hugs her neck like a desperate lover; just below, the ample folds of her large cloak (the color of well turned dirt, just before planting) meet in the embrace of a functional cloak pin. A small backpack that hangs lazily from one shoulder peeks from behind her whenever Angica moves her arms.