A jaded woman who seems too thin, her bones too prominent beneath her pale skin. Rarely will she smile, a miracle if she were to laugh. Although she is in her late twenties, there is no sign of a husband, nor the enthusiasm to find one. Small, faint scars grace her work worn hands that are too dry to the touch and red at the knuckles.  Could she be considered a beauty? Perhaps a haunted one, for those who appreciate the look of the fragile.  Her curls fall over her eyes  often, hiding the emptiness that is normally seen within