Bronwyn/desc

Long wavy hair of light brown cascades past her shoulders, framing a porcelain face of innocent demure. More often then not, a rebellious tendril can be seen partially shielding one of her hazel eyes; eyes whose gaze do little to reveal, and at the time seem to almost demand contact. Full lips, often pouted when in thought, rest beneath her small, but perfect nose. Skin that is neither overly pale nor bronzed by the sun is without blemish or mar, if one fails to notice the small scar hidden above her eye by her carefully shaped brow.

A young woman, with a lithe figure to match, dare some even call it athletic; her body has developed to one of womanhood. She wears what one could possibly describe as a modified tunic dress; a slightly more revealing neckline and a bit more form fitting. The deep red color is accentuated by golden hued trim around the wrists, hem and neckline. The dress falls to the floor, however as she walks, red slippers of the same color as the dress can be seen. Around her neck is a golden torque, exquisite in design and acting as a choker.