Elizabeth Von Beyonetta

A single feminine figure stands in plain sight, her mascara thick and her hair as dark as night. The masochist flirt, cursed by the moon, of airiness and envy; She whom wanders Stormwind's alleys. A perfumed tincture of chemicals overwhelming on her exterior. An hour behind the fleeting breath, she was sure to be standing before you, a sly expression hinting interest to your prosterior. Her grey, luminous windows would gaze in return of yours.

Appearance
Her hair is long, though tied into a precise bun atop her head. A line of braids following the edge. Adding a noble touch to her otherwise armored to the teeth style. At leas. She is a dash more attractive than the average Gilnean, perhaps due to the lack of regret or remorse in her eyes. A single scar lies in a rose-tone across the bridge of her nose. Her skin is fair and generally blank, with the exception of a heart-shaped tattoo pinpointing her clevage, laying atop her left breast. Her body shows to be more toned than that of the casters around her. She is obviously flexible and would be proud of her quick movements.

She wears heavy leather armor. She may have an obscure and lonely notebook attatched to the belt. The notebook unquestionably would be fillen with lovely handwriting in her native language, Common. On her hips there are two daggers, dripping with a leperous distilment.

Quotes
"Wot, I don' hear no Ack-cent."