Laurel Null, looks to be a walking ghostly image brought to life.  Skin so pale it almost looks translucent, her ivory tone shows the barest traces of pink against long tendrils of white flowing hair that curl gracefully downward to her knees.  Her face, oval with pink full lips, could have been sculpted from marble.  Her icy-violet-blue eyes can change much like the ocean from a peaceful tranquility to a stormy anger in the fraction of a second.   A long diamond shaped strawberry colored birthmark covers her left eye, standing out like a rosebud petal on a drift of snow.

Her body is full in the bust and hips and narrow in the waist.  A delicate lace collar fluffs by her neck extending downward to a gauzy white blouse with billowing sleeves and a long lacy drape almost to her ankles.  Beneath her blouse, Laurel wears brown leggings, which peek between the folds of lace and silk.  Her waspish waist is accentuated by a leather corset, which cradles her bust and extends down her hips to two diamond points at mid-thigh on each leg.  Brown straps attached to the corset, crisscross down her legs connecting to a pair of mid-calf high brown boots