Ruskalya is a petite woman, somewhat smaller than you perhaps imagined, only 5'3 and about 110lbs, lithe, and 20-something. However she moves with an intense feral grace and almost grim unearthly calm. Then she looks at you with her piercing hazel eyes and she no longer seems so small. Her gaze is feral, wolf-like, and burning with some unspoken enigmatic passion. She wears black jeans, large worn leather biker boots, and a black clingy long sleeve shirt with a mock turtle neck and cut out shoulders. She wears a small leather necklace with a pale stone carved fox or wolf face. She wears black gloves and her shoulder length hair is dark reddish brown. She looks quite alive [Blush of Health] but flashes a double set of fangs when she smiles. She speaks in a low growling voice full of elusive emotions. A flock of ravens swirls around her and into the night sky, cawing forlornly, like rustling leaves on the wind...