Jeanette DuBois

A young lady of impeccable elegance, fine black hair falling down to her waist, confined by a single butterfly clasp of jeweled silver. She is lithely built, athletic and delicate at once, with alabaster skin, gleaming, sapphire-blue eyes, and smiling wine-dark lips. She has garbed herself in black, a tunic of shining velvet that wraps twice about her to catch at each hip with a pair of small silver clasps. Below, trousers of ebon silk are bloused outwards, before being swallowed up by high, heelless boots of supple dark leather. Her hands are snugged by matching gauntlets, tight at the wrists with wide cuffs. Catching the mandarin collar of her tunic is a silver brooch, set with an unsettlingly light-eating black gem.
She stands within a tall-ceilinged library, framed by mahogany shelves filled with leather-bound tomes. A mirror hangs between the shelves, slightly to her left, bearing a slightly misty reflection that is mostly hidden by the lady herself. She holds cupped in one hand a silver dragon's-claw goblet, the glass vessel filled with rich, dark red wine.