Lopamudra

Lopamudra has the air of someone standing bathed in the radiance of the afternoon sun. Lithe and small, her youthful frame clade in barely concealing black lace hides an incredibly strong woman. She has survived situations and triumphed where others have died. Lopamudra's image changes daily, the only reminder of who she is the silvery tass ink drawings that flicker on her skin and her ever-present silver hair. As far as she cares to explain, a powerful spirit demands she change forms to maintain a bargain she struck.