She's an entertainer, although the word seems too crude, too appropriate, and too tawdry sitting on your tongue and in your head, to properly describe Rowan Selwyn. She's got the classic look of Talingarde, something of the urbane refinement of Mathryn, but her eyes, nose, and ears tell you that her heritage comes, in part, from the mainland as well.

Her outfit is typically ridiculous, not cheap, full of determined arrangement, with the bright colors of a bloody blossom, along with hard greys and blacks more fitting an assassin. The blade she carries is certainly meant to stab people to death, but is shaped to dance with, to twirl, to distract.

Rowan is beautiful, shapely, her body flirts with you even if you don't think she knows you're there. These things are stated easily enough, but fail to capture the raw sex and calculated danger she represents. Her steps are a caution to your purse, your virtue, your good sense, her hips a warning of peril and excitement and destruction. Perhaps you should tread as lightly with her as she does with the ground...