Standing an impressive two and a half feet, she towers over anyone shorter than, say, two feet.  Wildfire hair sprouts on top of her head in little, tight curls, framing her face where two steel green eyes peer suspiciously at the world.  The hair is seemingly randomly split into small braids with beads, pearls and feathers woven into it.

Her short frame is muscular and she carries a blade along her side, about as long as she is tall.  On the other side hangs two axes.  A pale grey cloak sits over her back and shoulder.  Thereunder simple and rather primitive clothes, over which sits a chainmail shirt - not a bikini - protecting mainly the torso.

Where bare skin shows, which is indeed here and there - but not everywhere - screaming red tattoos are seen all over, including on her right cheek and right side of her forehead and down the body - but always on the right side.

Scars can be seen all over as well, some old, some fresh, some look to have been deep and painful.  A map over battles fought and memories best left alone in the past.

Her accent is heavy and her phrasing strange, always referring to herself in third person, if she at all uses a pronoun.

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Often she is seen riding on her mount, a jaguar-like creature with sleek, light grey fur and golden, keen eyes.  She refers to it with what sounds something like Oooh-awww to most ears.  They seem very close and protective of one another.