Mask
Red’s Mask presents her as a petite young woman, standing a few inches under five feet, with a compact build and a feral yet alluring sort of beauty. Her hair is vivid red, thick and unruly, often falling in loose waves around her face or pulled back only enough to keep it out of her eyes. Her skin is fair and lightly freckled, with features that are pretty without seeming polished or delicate.
Her eyes are green and watchful, with a habit of fixing on people a little too directly or flicking toward movement before anyone else notices it. There is a subtle feralness in her posture and expressions: the quick turn of her head, the guarded set of her shoulders, the way she seems ready to slip away at any moment. Pretty and petite as she is, Red carries an untamed edge that makes her seem more wild than harmless.
Mien

Red is unmistakably feral, marked by large fox ears that rise through her thick red hair and a full fox tail that moves with her mood. She is petite, standing a few inches under five feet, with a compact, lean build rather than a delicate one. Her hair is a deep copper-red, wild and wavy, framing sharp green eyes and a face dusted with freckles. Two narrow, snake-like fangs protrude from her upper jaw, visible even when her mouth is closed.
Her features are pretty, but not soft; there is something foxlike and predatory in the angles of her face, the set of her eyes, and the way she watches the world around her. Despite her size, she carries herself with instinctive physical confidence. Even standing still, she gives the impression of something alert, quick, and half-ready to bolt or bite.
Personality
Red is guarded, wary, and deeply instinctive, more comfortable reading body language than trusting words. Beneath her feral edge and quick temper, she has an unexpected protective streak, especially toward the vulnerable, injured, or trapped. She can be skittish, blunt, and suspicious, but she is not cruel. Red is someone still learning where survival ends and choice begins.
Mantle
Red’s Winter Mantle carries the cold hush of deep woods after snowfall. Frost clings lightly to her hair, ears, and tail when her emotions rise, and the air around her smells faintly of frozen bark and distant snow. It feels quiet, wary, and hidden — less like winter’s beauty, and more like something surviving beneath it.
