She doesn't make eye contact at first. Not that she's distracted, she simply hasn't gotten around to it yet. When she does, her gaze is piercing and fleeting. The first impression you get is one of superiority, not that she thinks she's better than you are, but that other people likely would. She has the artificial confidence inspired by being connected to something greater than her, you assume from her trappings that it is her faith that gives her this confidence. You're half right.
On the mundane side of things, she has a beautiful face framed by long
brown hair. Her features are defined, but certainly not sharp, her
skin pigmented slightly by genetics, yet pallored by environment,
leaving her dusky yet healthy looking, a veritable flare of life when
in the Mortuary. Swathed in gray, charcoal and black robes most of the
time, yet many of you have seen her fitted for a ball. In either
costume, she is the pinnacle of poise and grace. There exists a
sadness, initially dismissed as a necromancer's distemper, it seems to
blossom into a foreigner's homesickness and awkwardness.
And in action, she is fearsome, moving with deliberation, and channeling forces most fear to explore with a practiced hand and ruthless efficiency that belies her features. She has no qualms about dealing with powerful forces, dark or otherwise. This is simultaneously reassuring and frightening. She seems to be an ally, as your interests are convergent, but her loyalties have yet to be proven, if she indeed has any to speak of.
|Characterization||Aloof, Poised, Inquisitive, Distracted|
|Capabilities||Researcher, Coroner, Inquisitor, Necromancer|
|Allies/Contacts||Yorick, Trevant, Noshteroth|
|Current Events||Now that the ingredients of silverweed have pretty much been uncovered, she is searching for razorvine blossoms to find a cure. She has also been distracted with other research.
Pheodora has recently been promoted to City Coroner. As such she is both a factor and the political face of the Dustmen.