Tall. Slender. Bright and sharp. Dark brows, dark eyes, and a youthful face. She wears her hair below her shoulders, often loose in appealing waves, always well groomed. Her clothes are simple, as befits her station, though there is always a pop of color among them, something shiny to set her apart: a pendant, a bracelet, a flower, a scarf. Tall boots are a staple as well, and a black leather coat pulled over her shoulders. Her expression is always pleasant and warm, except when it is not- and oh, how storms can cloud those eyes, leaving them dark as a surging sea.

Lusea is a dreamer, but practically so. She makes the best of what she has, cracking jokes and spreading laughter, smiling through the darkest clouds. A life of service and survival has given her the tools to charm and distract, though sharp snaps of a whiplike wit glitter through the niceties, with laughter to soften the blows. Raised to be ruthless when necessary, she does what it takes to survive, though violence has never been her answer- she prefers to work through less brutal means. A little selfish, a little spoiled, she nonetheless loves an underdog, standing beside anyone who dares to challenge the status quo. She is a natural rebel beneath the agreeable facade, a prankster, a fighter, a lover and a tease.

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» wears a wide black choker at all times
» has a long scar across her throat, where she was garroted
» whip scars on her back. circular burns on her sternum