Caoimhe Quinn

The eyes have always been a window to the soul. Not in this case. Pretty, but useless eyes sparkled under a slight milky glaze, enough for those up close her to notice that she couldn't see them...or anything, for that matter. Hazel gemstones stared longingly out into the shadowy abyss before her, and she relied heavily on the thin white cane by her side. What she lacked in sight, she made up for elsewhere. Curvaceous figure was clad in only a thin summer dress, all wrong for the time of year. The cold didn't seem to bother her, but the two stiff peaks beneath the fabric seemed to be a glaring giveaway. Breasts strained against the material, and the belt around her dress only made her hips look even larger and simple, black tennis shoes covered her feet, stark white socks peeking out over the top. Blonde hair fell down to her waist, layered and straight, and every so often it could be seen tied in a bun at the crown of her head, or in a ponytail at the nape of her neck to keep it out the way. A thin smattering of freckles covered her nose and cheeks, giving her an innocence around her that maybe wasn't all that accurate, judging by the sway of her hips and the small smile permanently fixed on her mouth, often getting her into some sort of trouble.