Dressed all in white, her black hair wind blown, with cobwebs hanging about her, give her an ethereal ghostly beauty.
Long black hair flows like spilled ink down the back and around a slim, delicate figure. Hauntingly beautiful lavender eyes set above a small button nose, and heart shaped lips, she looks almost out of place within this battle worn world. She carries herself with a practiced gracefulness of one born to an aristocratic type family and her speech, while soft, is refined. Lavender is usually a friendly type person, comfortable in a crowd and in battle. Yet those who try to get close often find her quite reserved and timid.
Her clothing is usually clean and hug her slender frame attractively. Yet with all her clean and proper looking clothing, one item seems out of place... a very large towel, which is worn like a cloak with an intricately done metal rose of violet and emerald, a gift from a friend, holding it in place.
A few staves hang off her pack along with a small bag of powder dangling from her waist make it clear what profession she chose to walk. And if one gets close enough to catch a whiff she oft smells of sea breeze and a floral sent similar to her name sake.
Her constant companion a teddy bear with a royal blue bow-tie a silver name tag dangling just below it bearing the name she dubbed him, "Tiberius."
Lavender's Golden Journal