Vana_Solis

Vana stands a fairly average five foot and four inches tall, nothing particularly remarkable. In fact, this makes her height one of an extremely short list of unremarkable things about her. Her hair is remarkable, being a deep forest green color. Her eyes are remarkable, a bright emerald green and apparently lacking pupils entirely. Her shape is remarkable, not for her fit-but-curvy body but for the eight large feathery white wings that extend from her back. Her clothes are extraordinary, not for their form (a backless green long-sleeved top, white tights, a simple short skirt, and a pair of soft-soled cuffed leather boots) but for their very high quality and fine materials. Her weapons are remarkable, as the hand-and-a-half swords are clearly made for someone twice her size, nevermind the faint green glow around the one or the steady dripping of the other. Her fighting combines aerobatics and her ability to wield the two massive swords as though they were sized for her and not some mysterious giant.

For all of this, she is a remarkably calm and kind young woman, soft lips frequently curved in a gentle smile. Her voice is light and airy, its soothing soprano tones eternally on the verge of singing though rarely actually doing so. Her skin is pale as alabaster, her face a rounded heart-shape, her nose small and pert. She moves with a grace that only makes her power and speed that much more effective, and as a whole seems to be ever dancing as she moves.

She is patient and slow to judge, carefully considering whatever she is making a decision about- so long as there is time.

In case of emergency, though, she becomes terrifyingly quick- and if a fight has already started, well, it likely won't last much longer.