You know that moment in like half of all the spy movies and action thrillers ever made, where the screaming hot exotic sports car prowls up to the doors of the hotel or the nightclub, and there's a shot that starts from street level focusing on a pair of five-inch spike heels as they get out of the car, then slowly pans up past about a million miles of tanned, toned legs and brazenly flaunted curves, to finally focus on the woman's face as she saunters with a knowing smirk past the bouncer and the valet and leaves them breathless and goggling?

Arwen seems to live permanently, effortlessly in that moment.  All eyes on me.  She has those shoes and that dress and can deploy them strategically and very effectively as occasion requires.  More often however, she's attired in a rather more conservative wardrobe of pantsuits and pencil skirts, perfectly proper for appearing in court, but even still she intuitively walks into every room like she owns it, has always owned it, you know it and she knows you know.  She's not arrogant or snotty about it, she just has that intensely magnetic presence about her, it fills up rooms and demands attention and is universally the first thing people notice about her.

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She stands 5'10", though most of her shoes nudge her up to six feet or a smidge higher.  Long lithe slender limbs and a reasonably athletic frame, wavy sandy blonde hair, alert marble-blue eyes, a smoky alto voice and an unabashedly confident laugh.  27 years old, born 3 July 1994.