Is currently in a rather form flattering gown. the material cinched tightly over her bosom to her hips showing off the gentle curves of this rogue that are usually well hidden. at the hips of this dress, the fabric bells out in a mesh of gossamer and silk.
Istela stands at a mere four feet six inches. Snowy blonde locks seem to mix with hues of platinum. Her hair is thick and well tended. a comb tucked in to it just behind her left ear with care.
Her eyes a keen blue that view everything with trepidation and wonderment. her lips a crimson in color tend to show signs of frequent shy smiles, glints of white show time to time. Her peach toned flesh mostly unmarred though there is hints of scars on her back.
She wears a modified safari outfit. The top tied at her ribs and the shorts hug her form with ease. bells doomed to a deathly silence upon small boots grace her petite feet.
A small silver bracelet adorns an even smaller wrist.
A white gold ring wraps around her index finger having a special meaning to her. A brass ring rests on her thumb.
Though odd as it is she fights with a fine falchion in her left hand one that seems to hold a very deep meaning to the little rogue.