Maskmaker

An unremarkable woman with pale blond hair and grey eyes. She is dressed in a colorless smock, a tool, obviously ment for making masks, in one hand. She is surrounded by the bright, glittery marks of her trade in all of their garish glory. She glances up from the half-finished mask in her hands, her eyes inquiring, the brilliance around her almost drowning out her dull, grey form. There is something about her gaze, a certain hardness, that makes you not want to meet her eyes.