Mad Dog

Maddox is a tough customer, built sturdy and imposing. She was the sort you found spending hours in the gym, or tossing around others in the octagon. Maybe a little too serious, and entirely unconcerned about what anyone else may be feeling.

She preferred street fashion, utilitarian and spare. Comfortable and able to move freely about in. Open backed tops and shredded hoodies, stretchy denim or work-pants. Sturdy boots, gloves and a bandana were common accessories.

To mundane vision, she was a beautiful woman of mixed ethnicity, maybe a little Latina or Native or a touch of African blood melding into an exotic beauty. There was just something about her that drew attention, bringing all manner of trouble her way.

Her hair was a shimmery silver-white, and her eyes had something not quite right with dark sclera around too bright blue eyes.

To fae eyes, she was something feral. Certainly, there were the signs of Nobility, but a hint of wildness that might just unnerve those with gentler sensibilities.

Dark skin and silvery hair remained, but her eyes became darker voids that glowed with an electric blue. Her ears extended up into points peeking past her long tresses. Her teeth also displayed just a bit more sharpness to them, as well as the nails on her digits verging on claws. Behind her shoulders sprouted a pair of silvery wings, drooping and inactive, showing signs of breakage and scarring.