Age:       Appears to be early 30's
Height:    5'4"
Weight:    Don't ask. She'll lie, regardless.
Hair:      Brunette
Eyes:      Grey



She's old, practically ancient as far as anyone is concerned. She's careful, calculating and always looking for another step up in her world.

The Caterer is always found dripping in glitz and glam. Jewels, peacock feathers, the most exquisitely crafted beads and the finest silks for swathes of dresses. She always carries an ivory cigarette holder, a clutch under one arm and a disarming smile ready for any who approach her with a deal.

Before Chicago she was in France, collecting the finest supplies for the elite of Paris. Before France, it was Italy. Before Italy... well, you get the idea. She has carved out places of power with favours owed all across Europe. Now, though, she is in the United States. She isn't content with Covenants controlling the world around her, not content with bowing and scraping to every imbecile who holds false titles and sits on thrones of chalk.

No, now she's going for broke.