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The woman is of average height with a softness of form that conceals her true strength, both of body and spirit. Within green-gray eyes lurks the dark sparkle of intellect and things best left unspoken. She is from a lineage of fine folk, all being Celt, and leaving her with their legacy of buttercream flesh, kissed by the Sidhe to freckle it. Premature gunmetal gray hair is cropped neat on the sides but left longer on top. She is decorated with both ink and steel - sacred images attesting to an ancient faith. Her demeanor is proud and straight-backed and her service is elegant and complete. In her obedience she finds utter freedom.
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