There she was, curvy and muscular, Standing at 5’ 11” with a build of a female fighter a martial artist and a army girl, with grey eyes, pierced you, and behind her was something not fully intimidating like a hidden kindness. Across her eyebrow and a cheek was a scar, the long black hair with straight bangs, her hair blows in the wind giving her an aura of authority, she addresses you in a gruff womanly voice,

What is it?