Era
	-it is perhaps the most easiest to pass her by....your eyes tend to stray from the obvious diffrences in the world, but then the Jean Harlow Smile graces those perfectly arched crimson lips...A Breath from days gone by she seems to step from the silent silver screen onto the deck itself. Small blonde pin curls are tucked to her head, a soft deep black fedora angled over her eyes, leaving only a perfect grey orb visable. Her skin is pale porcline, perfectly powered to a silken matte tone. She seems spun from the remants of Dietrich, Bow, Davis, Garland, Russell, and Hayworth. A Pristine white mens button down shirt slides into a pair of perfectly ironed pinstripe slacks,black suspenders breaking the sea of white over her chest. From those same ruby lips you are drawn to perches a slim cigarette in a holder, tempting smoke sliding from between acid white teeth. Under the eye you can see a small black dot, adding an impish cast to the starlet face.-