Description: Thick, platinum blonde locks frame an oval face, cut to a neck-length bob. She has a straight nose and a small mouth with full lips, with amethyst orbs that peer out of her almond-shaped sockets; the crowning glory of her facial features as much of it is often obscured by soot and dust. She is short in stature, with a lithe, slender frame. Fairly proportioned, she can be considered to have a conventionally attractive figure. She has an expression of perpetual annoyance, though that is merely her neutral expression.

Personality: A quiet introvert who generally prefers the company of herself and her forge, though she is not averse to contact with others. She is an optimistic pessimist, a type of pessimist few can make sense of; indeed, she can come off as a gloomy little raincloud (at times) but she's always taking every (perceived and sometimes self-contrived) misfortune that comes her way in stride, reminding herself that this was her lot and she would be content with it. She is a gentle soul, amiable and kind to those she is acquainted with as well as the occasional stranger who approaches her, believing that warmth to her fellows, though draining to herself, is a basic respect accorded to others.

Background: Found by a passing merchant in the cold arms of a penniless beggar's corpse, the feverish babe stirred the pity of the man, who took her with him intending to nurse her back to health before leaving her at the nearest orphanage. Her first year in the world was a battle for survival, as she was a frail babe who seemed to be plagued by sickness constantly. The merchant, having devoted an entire year towards sustaining this young life found that, when the babe's condition had finally stabilized and the time came to give her up, could not do so, thus adopting her as his own. Her formative years were relatively peaceful ones; though she would grow to be strong and healthy, her early years were dotted with sporadic bouts of crippling illness. With her father constantly away on trade ventures she was often left in the care of her uncle, who owned an upscale armory. She became fascinated by the focus and dedication of the smiths at work in the forge. She learned as much as she could from them, picking their brains for every bit of knowledge and technique that they were willing to impart. On her 15th birthday, when her father had returned after a venture gone awry, she quietly confided in him that she would like to pursue a career as a smith. She spent the next three years apprenticing at her uncle's armory before finally deciding there was no more she could learn. Leaving her home, she traveled on a journey for knowledge, attempting to learn as many forging techniques as other smiths were willing to impart, which is to say, more often than not, very little. But that was a lifetime ago to her mind; how she had the energy to travel as she did then, she did not know. Now, she's happy to settle down and make her hammer sing.