Description: She's a taller one, for sure. Haptenna stands at close-but-not-quite to six feet in height. While she a slender frame, it displays a firm musculature that leaves the impression that she is someone who's no stranger to manual labor.
Her straight, pale-blonde hair hangs in a neatly tied tail which ends at the lower portion of her mid-back. Her eyes, dark green in color, frequently have the rings of someone who quite clearly isn't getting enough sleep of any kind.

Personality: With a quick smile and a self-depreciating sense of humor, one might be forgiven for initially dismissing Haptenna as yet another shallow troubadour who seeks to get by on her wits and charm. Still, there's a certain tension in her bearing mixed with a sort of hyper-vigilance that serves to undermine the callow glibness she attempts to project, that is to say, if one pays even the slightest bit of attention.

Background: Claiming to hail from one of the many villages that dot the forests and hills of Graysond lands, Haptenna has recently returnd to Arx. Some might perhaps remember her for her time amongst a group of actors, performers, acrobats and troubadours who last visited the city a few years ago. Apparently, that group has since disbanded or she's left, as this time she seems to be a solo act. Those who ask are frequently met with a smile and a dismissive joke but it's clear that something happened and it's something she evidentally does not want to talk about.

For now, it seems like she's just marking time, running from whatever has so obviously shaken her.