Angela Swann

Build: Athletic Eyes: Feline black and yellow Hair: Midnight black Height: 177 cm Weight: 63 kg

As you look at this woman, the first obvious hint at her path in life is the beautiful rapier hanging from her belt. For the more educated it is a piece of art, unquestionable mundane perfection to the weapons' smith's eyes, working in harmony with powerful magical enchantments for the magically attuned. Upon a closer inspection one might catch a glimpse of the blade, and the inscription upon which the light dances with the shadows of the engraved letters. Two words, written in... elven? Zhas Athiyk.

The woman carrying this treasure seem to have already taken notice of you and your survey of her sword. Infact she seem very aware of what is going on around her, almost nervous in her demenour. Her body is athletic, and seem well cared for even though it also appears it has taken a fair share of beating.

On her right bicep there is a large scar, curiously it has the shape of a tear. Perhaps it is a form of tattoo, or just another battle memento? As you are still looking she suddenly looks back, if but for a moment before she once again turns her attention elsewhere.

There was something curiously intriguing about it all, behind the lock of dark hair she is currently playing with... the eyes, they were not human. Perhaps you have had too much sun and too little to drink, or the other way around.