Luna Floriah

An object of elegance and sophistication, style and grace. If ever there were a creature so whimsical and radiant, you could swear it would only be in your dreams...Wait...what the hell are you looking at? Because that certainly isn't Luna. On the contrary, she is rowdy by nature and quite bullheaded, but she wasn't without benevolence. Her presence was unmistakably feminine. Beautiful, yet fierce. She stood at a little above average height for a female of her race, accentuated further by a pair of horns sprouting from her crown that rested within a cascading sea of dark hair. Nestled beside the horns was a pair of feline-like ears, their fur a bit brighter than her hair but with a complimentary coloration. The locks themselves fell low, stopping between her shoulders alongside the bases of wings which were often folded neatly and tucked away behind her as much as they comfortably could. The pholezia's skin was naturally light, but her affinity towards dwelling outside left it bronzed by the aid of the sun. Her eyes were a striking green with the left often being partially obscured by her hair. At the right side of her mouth, a partial overbite left a single fang visible over closed lips, a minor flaw that incidentally complimented her playfully devious nature. A tail hung low, sourcing from the small of her back and covered in similarly hued fur as her ears. At its end was a shimmering sapphire gemstone with a fanned plume of silver feathers bordering near the gem's edges.

The young Pholezia was a minimalist it seemed, hardly carrying anything on her person aside from the clothes on her back, a small satchel and coinpurse, a pair of steel reinforced leather bracers on her forearms alongside a pair of steel studded/clawed cestuses worn over her hands. Her boots, while mostly leather, were plated from the dorsals up to the tops of her shins. It was exceedingly apparent that she was a capable unarmed fighter. A pair of cloth pants clung to her waist by way of a leather belt with the cuffs tied snugly around the tops of her boots with a short bit of cloth. Her top was less modest, with her chest mostly bound by wraps and covered by a near backless, sleeveless and formfitting black leather vest that was mostly open at it's collar. It left a partially bare view of the skin above her bust, offering a minimal view of cleavage and kept mostly presentable by the aforementioned wraps. Seemed every part of her attire ensured maximum mobility and functionality. Around her neck was a choker necklace with a silver framed violet flower jewel at its center, an heirloom from her mother.