Jane Harthe

Jane is a vision of delicate beauty, almost ethereal in her appearance. Her porcelain skin is soft and untouched by the sun, with a faint rosy glow that hints at her sheltered life. Her face is heart-shaped, with high cheekbones that give her an almost otherworldly elegance. Her eyes, the color of pale blue or soft green, are wide and full of quiet wonder, always seeming to absorb the world around her with an innocent curiosity. They are framed by thick, dark lashes that only emphasize their softness, and her gaze often drifts to the ground or looks inward, shy and introspective.

Her hair is long and wavy, cascading in soft curls down her back like spun silk to her knees, a shade of auburn red that gleams in the sunlight but fades to a richer, deeper hue in the shadows. She usually wears it loosely, a few stray strands framing her face, giving her an air of effortless grace. Jane’s delicate lips are a pale rose, often parted in a soft, quiet smile, though it’s rare for her to speak without the slightest hesitation.

Her figure is slender, almost fragile, with an innocence to her posture that makes her appear smaller than she truly is. She moves with a graceful, almost gliding step, as if she is both part of and separate from the world around her. Her clothes are simple, typically modest, often made from soft, natural fabrics like cotton or linen in muted tones—pale blues, soft whites, and faded greens—that reflect her quiet personality.

Every aspect of her appearance speaks of someone who has been protected, cherished, and hidden from the harsher realities of the world. Jane’s beauty is not the loud, attention-grabbing kind, but rather the sort that draws you in slowly, like the quiet pull of a soft melody that lingers in the background, leaving an impression long after she’s gone.