| Well, up to this inn she moved, humming softly to herself with that arrogant smirk on her black painted lips, red hair fell to her shoulders before it became black, and then it came to just past her shoulderblades, she was letting the dye wear out, well, she had one of those dark grey fedoras, her attire consisted of a normal pair of jeans, then a black corsette, you had to give her credit for that, few could pull off a corsette, and over that corsette was a paint splattered white shirt, the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, but the thing that would make her stand out was the dagger strapped to her calf, over the jeans, and then the normal bastard sword on her back, her hands with the finely sculpted black painted nails found her pockets as she waltzed right on inside. Her green eyes moved over the room slowly, and brown hiking boots thudded gently as she moved, she was a little trouble maker. She barely made the 5'1 mark, and the fact she was over 5' was probably because of the boots, but don't mention it to her, she was violently sensitive about her height |