Lyness is about 17. She stands 5'2", unless she's walking on her tiptoes, in which case she might reach just over 5'4". She weighs 120 pounds, maybe more... (who the hell is going to ask a Gangrel their weight for crissake? not me...)

She has eyes the color of a glacial pool... the color of the sky at dusk. Husky eyes, light, yet vivid blue, with dark cobalt rings around them.

Her hair falls to the middle of her back, fine, soft powder which floats as she runs. Pale white blond; one shade from silver in moonlight. Never asked her if she had split ends... <g> It's all the same length, and when the fancy strikes her, she braids part of her bangs (Celtic style) on either side of her face, tying it off with whatever's handy. At times, she adds a feather or two in the braids, usually raven or doves, for she reveres them as bearers of wisdom and love, respectively.

Fine delicate features... (think Elven), though she has a woman's frame. Small hands and feet, like a child. Her face has a natural blush to it, though she is pale, and is known for her less than well looked upon human mannerisms, such as breathing heavily, crying, gasping, yawning (which she does, curling her tongue out just as a sleepy puppy might), throwing up, and fainting.

Her smile (that being mouth, and the shape thereof) would be much like my own... without the overbite, and she has long upper and lower canines, unretractable, which curve in slightly, coming to a wicked points. She has furry, pointed, wolf like ears which swivel, and are covered in fur the same color as her hair. Thus, the tufts at the top of her ears could look like bangs. She has nails of human coloration that curve around the tips of her fingers and also come to points, extending maybe half an inch beyond the fingers themselves.

She wears long, white dresses of linen (think well built peasant lass out for a stroll), with a white rope belt. On it is strung a pouch of alabaster fur, in which she keeps herbs and her wooden flute. She also owns a hooded cloak of storm grey, with inner pockets in which she holds her few possessions: a Latin Bible, handwritten and illuminated by monks about 1500 years ago, a dog-eared (no pun intended, thank you very much) copy of the Hobbit (which she cannot read, but has memorized, so that if you pointed to a page.. a verse, a sentence, she could tell you from memory how it read), her lute (which she usually keeps hidden in a tree that she hollowed out for just that purpose), and a rosary with crucifix of the finest silver (from the same monk that illuminated and scribed the Bible).

Add the final touch... a tale covered with the same long, soft fur as her ears. I'd say (since millie gave me leave to say how long it was) that it dangles just below her knees. millie says she has complete control of it except when she gets excited, where it might wag or twitch angrily (gotta make sure I tie the damn thing down).

In wolf form, she is slightly smaller then your average lupine, pure white, with black accents around her eyes, muzzle, ears, and the tip of her tail. Same eyes. She's never looked at herself as a bat... Do bats come in albino? <grin>

Lyness is often caught in the wonder of the moment, never having completely outgrown being easily transfixed; eternal child. She is also has rapid, unexplained mood swings, from invincibility to crawling under the table in terror, from deep lustful passion to childish submission, from dancing in the rain, arms outstretched, palms open to the heavens to absolute self-loathing and psychotic fury. She is the mother of all, an infant of the universe. All that's best of dark and light meet in her aspect and her eyes.

In her better moods, she believes in eternal hope and life, trying to bring the grandness of it all to everyone she meets. In her dark moods, her failures catch up with her and she realizes just how fruitless her existence is, driving deep furrows in her genuine faith that all exists in a delicate balance; the nature of beauty, passion determining wrong from right, joyous frivolity and the intimate rapture of sharing it with others.

An extremist and reactionary, she tries her best to balance raw emotion with calm leadership. She would put herself in danger first, last and always to protect those things she considers "hers", and is terribly loyal, to the point of nihilism. She would rather gamble everything to save the individual, as long as she's the only one to loose.

Oft passion seeks consent from those who bend to its compass; sit and watch; observed, ever absolved to pantomime the charade... vulgar, sadistic, yet pleasing to the touch... addict to the shade of pain.