Bo is a Cleric teetering upon the brink of tallness, and closely meandering around near emaciation. For a woman of her winters, she scarely has any breast to speak of; nor a single ounce of womanly buxom to show for it. Straight up and down, that is Bo Bonnie. All elbows and knees, that is Bo Bonnie.
Fending off the autumn chill, her dress is that of practical wool; as are the grey stockings that reside beneath. Bo's sleeves are buttoned tight to her wrists, and more often than not, a few inches of mud mars the hem of her skirt. When in the wilds, she can be seen sporting a long jacket patched in varying shades of blue and near-white. Bell sleeves hang long over her hands and her elfin hood dangles toward the small of her back.
Prominent ears protrude pinkly at the helix from the fine cobwebbing of her hair. Ears and hair frame a face that is both reasonably as pleasant as it is symmetrical in it's proportions. Though, her mouth might be considered a smidge large and her eyes are more widely set than what would be considered usual. Bo's left eye is waxed with a sickly glaze and peers out, unfocused, from within it's socket. While her remaining, functioning eye, is a rather unspectacular shade of grey ish-blue.
Though, appearances aside, a glimmer of something at least faintly remarkable rests in her bony hands; where her ring and middle fingers are both equal in length. Bo wears her Holy Ring upon her thumb, and lilac veins beneath her eyes.
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