Wynter Crimson

A tall, lithe woman with fiery red hair and piercing emerald eyes. Her face is a infamous tale of tragedy and triumph, with the left side scarred and pale from an old burn while the right remains unmarred by time. She always wears flowing, gauzy dresses in shades of crimson that whirl about her long legs. In one hand she grips a sturdy walking stick, the only remaining trace of a body otherwise healed. She moves with the grace of a cat and the certainty of a woman who has earned her place.