Somewhere in her mid twenties, this young woman might be of mixed Razmani heritage, with her short stature and abundant coarsely wavy hair of faintly rust-tinted dark brown. She might have been a little bit pretty despite the unfortunately vulpine quality of her narrow face and long pointed nose, but hollow cheeks and worry lines on her forehead give her a careworn appearance, and poor diet also seems to have roughened her fawn brown skin and toned down the natural curves of her body. Her eyes, a deep greenish-brown color like moss on muddy ground, seem to be in a perpetual state of apprehensive unrest, and her sensitive mouth is drawn into a wary downcurve. When she speaks that is unusual too, an odd combination of posh phrasing laid atop a coarse inner-city cadence.
