A sultry, lithesome woman, with dark hair and pouting lips, she is the epitome of Grecian beauty.  Though she has the look of the coast about her she tells all who will listen, "I am Spartan!"

Intelligence flirts slyly behind hooded eyes, and her movements are deliberate, a carefully thought out display of femininity.  Much is hidden in her careful guise, however, and all she'll tell of herself is that her village once stood in the Evratos Valley, surrounded by jagged heights.  Sacked by bandits, all she has left of her early years is a small scar at the corner of her mouth - the only mar on an otherwise beautiful face.