Before you stands an agent of the Raven Queen, goddess of death. Her name. Bethany Scritos.
Oddly enough, those her knew her brother will recognize the family resemblance, the hair color, the quick sharp wit, the shape of ear, nose and chin, the same, but somehow much more pleasant in the arrangement.
Much like Ben she carries a sharp odor, though hers is of youthful vigor, brash femininity and the cleanliness of soap.
She had led a different life from the sneak thief turned hero however, raised in the temple of the Raven Queen, goddess of death, she was called out from the ranks of children raised in those schools and given a higher calling, a path that would lead her, however circuitously, to the heroic path that had her brother to his death. (Or undeath, as the case may be, she is herself certain that he lives, somewhere, and she can save him.)
The mark of the Raven Queen is evident upon her, black armor, and a raven silhouette upon her shield and the holy symbol of her goddess rests upon her chest. She has taken it upon herself to wear raven shaped earrings, and to the lucky few she might reveal her raven tattoo.
Not imposing physically at 5'4" even the lean hard muscles earned from years of training is not half as effective as her demeanor, pride and cool stare in keeping off those would be foolish enough to try to take advantage of this daughter of death.