Marte

Marte stands a willowy five feet nine inches tall in her bare feet.  Most of
that height is her long legs.  Somehow though, on her, long legs do not look
overly attractive.  Adding to this her boyish figure and sometimes, she is
mistaken for a boy, especially now that the telltale bump of her pregnancy
has finally gone.

Her hair is a dark brown but it is both too short and too messy and even
perhaps just a little too light to attract poetic comparisons with the wings
of ravens.  Her eyes though, her most attractive feature are almond shaped
though sadly, not quite green but more a muddy hazel.

Even with this, and of course her thin lips and sunken cheeks, Marte could
probably look beautiful if she tried, but she clearly doesn't, dressing as
she does in nondescript browns and greens unless her employer insists on the
maid's uniform in which case... well no. Not even then, somehow she carries
herself like a boy dressing as a maid for a masquerade.  She is cute, on a
good day perhaps even handsome but hers is not the sort of face over which
wars are fought or ships launched.