Felicia Ainsworth

With features sharp as the razor and pale as untarnished steel, Felicia Ainsworth is a woman that would have stood out in the Shadow. Her slender frame suited to impressions of a dancer's balance and grace with broader hips and strong legs contrasted against a natural litheness built upon further by the flowing blacks, reds, and golds of clothe that further contrast against the pallor of her complexion. Her eyes alight with things seen and glimpsed and the subtle twisting of the Changeries' art in how they shine gold and crimson in evening's light. Her ears stretched and sharpened to fine points that pierce and dance in the flow of raven hair left impractically long and seeming to fade into the frills and manes of furred coats and cloaks.

For the more attentive, and who among the Vislae is not so, the subtle hints of bruising about the neck, of vessels burst in the eyes, and that distinct something about her skin suggesting an unhealthy habit of some kind or another... Perhaps carried from Shadow into Actuality but there the evidence lingers. Such things are rarely the topic of conversation however as Felicia Ainsworth, for all her fine garments, is never anything more than the talk of friends and admirers for the labors invested into every shoe she wears. The calling cards of her order often as not worked into clasp and decoration.