Marlena/Description

There are certain crowds that Marlena would blend into. These crowds tend to be out late at night, in clubs with names like "The Underground" or "The Crypt" or the like. Sunny streets of New Mexico? She sticks out like the proverbial sore thumb. Or gangrenous, considering the amount of black she has on. Really she'd be easy to miss otherwise. She's of a bit shorter than average height, and a bit rounder than ideal form. Her skin is pale certainly, but not chalk-white. She takes care not to expose herself to the sun too much, but doesn't cake on the paint. Her hair is black with carefully placed streaks of red, bangs coming to a point in the front and great coiling curls down her back and shoulders. Her eyes, trimmed as they are with black liner and carefully plucked brows are an unremarkable but not unnatractive shade of deep brown, and her red-stained lips more often than not have a small distracted smile. Her expression lends itself to a certain quiet dreaminess, a watchfulness and a hint of curiousity. Today she wears a satin skirt ruched up in the front with red ribbons over layers of torn and lacy stockings, low-heeled button-sided boots and a black men's frock coat over a black chinese silk corset with red and blue dragons. A well-worn black messenger bag trimmed in red rosettes no doubt carries school books and sketch books, and when the sun is out overhead she hefts a black and red lace trimmed parasol.