Medea

Rogue

muscular long-furred calico with sly golden eyes

Though once sleek and fair of face, the experience of living on her own has weathered her considerably, leaving a permanent belligerent impression upon her jowls and an icy glare in her golden eyes. She makes her presence known by broad and heaving shoulders, her fur rent by the presence of many scars to count. Her poise speak to alertness and vigilance, ready in the case of an ambush. Fur that once cushioned and softened her frame now only serves to sharpen and draw attention to it as it spikes away from her form in a bristle. To a cultured eye, however, she is still beautiful, stunning in the way that some can bear the lesions of war with pride and grace. Her air communicates a vulpine air, the composed mademoiselle. Despite the fact that she has, over time, worked on reducing her physical tells, her face is naturally fairly communicative of her emotions.

By virtue of her features, Medea has a way of standing out in the crowd.