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. But behind those saturated purple eyes, though she tries to hide it, is a look of a girl who is lost, although she won't admit it. On occasion very faded burn marks can be seen on various parts of her body...reminders of battles past.
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
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