A portrait by Korba:
This Cleric, tall and lean, moves with quiet purpose. Neither graceful nor awkward, each movement is an exercise in measured intent.
Her eyes, dark brown-almost black-hold vast amounts of strength and resilience and a warm and reserved demeanor belies her fury on the battlefield. Dark auburn hair is currently woven into a thick braid that hangs almost to the small of her back. Stray curls, refusing to be tamed, escape confinement and are free to fall where they may.
In addition to the incredibly beautiful beam of pure white light that serves as her Ultimate Weapon, she also carries, at her hip, a Greater Holy Broadsword of Light: Brothersong
A small piece of metal with an even smaller crystal embedded in its center adorns the lobe of her left ear.