She is tall to a reasonable degree, in her mid 30's, and a pirate. She wears a black leather overcoat with a green button-up shirt underneath, and a simple bra she made herself. A large black belt is tied right above her hips, her brown cloth pants are frayed from wear. Her waist is skinny, an hourglass figure, with decently wide hips and sized ass. Her chest, however, is like she shoved two ripe watermelons in her shirt, and she's proud of it, showing them off with the top of her shirt opened up enough to show the top of their curve and the very start of the cleavage valley. Her skin and hair are as white as paper due to a curse she got from treasure she once plundered, and she wears an eyepatch over her left eye. She has no left hand, instead she has a hook in its place, and she wears a traditional tri-corn hat on her head, under it is some wrappings. She's quote filthy, both in the way she thinks, especially the way she talks, bur also in its literal sense, pirates aren't known for their cleanliness, though its not to a disgusting degree, she just has a very womanly musk about her, and she's got some serious sweat under her clothes, since it can get hot out there. She can be a little abrasive, very protective, and even motherly, though she will not hesitate to dominate the life out of you and treat you like dirt if she feels like it. She loves the open ocean, pirating, and treasure, but she also loves obedience, loyalty, and dedication. A battle years ago left her remaining eye almost pitch black, with only a white dot (her pupil) remaining not black, and a scar beneath that eye that stretched halfway down her cheek. Her hair goes to her shoulders. She speaks mostly with the stereotypical pirate accent and uses their slang and words.