Regina Ward has an infectious laugh and a megawatt smile that has its own gravitational pull. She isn't tall at five foot three inches. She doesn't host a striking figure either. Too lean and too angular. If she wasn't a study in contrast she might be more nondescript. Pale skin, dark eyes, and black hair cut into a layered bob just past chin length.

Perhaps the most visible change in fortune is simply in the change in wardrobe. More than two sets of clothing for the freshly minted heiress. She certainly had the waiflike figure favored by most designers. Not that she has ostentatious tastes. Black still largely figured in her choices, but she allowed for the odd touch of color and the even rarer bone white garment. A small concession to aligning her attire with Fionn's preferences when the occasion should call for it.

Although, she did keep the jacket she had pulled from Thomas' closet and one comfortable old sweatshirt she had found buried in the laundry. Occasionally she returns to her ratty jeans, sneakers, and the black racer-back tank top she wore when she arrived in Manitou Springs. Funny that the grungy look would actually be fashionable in some circles. Especially when paired with that simple black felt boater's hat she had acquired for the disguise Thomas had requested in what feels like another life.

Unchanging now is the chain looped twice around her neck. It connects to the sheath of a small stiletto with a starburst design at the pommel. Just one more decorative pendant certainly. A pitch black ring adorns her right index finger. A counter point to the rest of the jewelry she owns and occasionally wears. Perhaps the odd subdued stone amongst the plain chains and hoops. Silver and occasionally platinum. Each piece gleams like they were recently polished. A pair of earrings made up of the smaller feathers plucked from her own head and bound up on silver hooks. Something special made to match a lapel pin gifted to her pet witch. The only particularly interesting piece she still sports from before would be the small pendant cast to look like five garlic bulbs strung along side-by-side on a simple fine chain. She thinks it's funny, and if you're not in on the joke that's not her problem.