I'm a slim, stately girl. I have grey eyes and short, messy grey hair with a long forelock and bangs. I have ornate tattoos across the bridge of my nose, on my cheeks, and on my body from the throat down to my fingers and toes. My tattoos represent my crimes, and while the patterns are largely meaningless, it is possible to find meaning in them. I'm blunt and logical. I don't feel worthy to judge others. I used to be a bright, happy girl with is mischievous side. My carefree life was shattered.