Myni/Description
Average. That is how she sees herself. Just average. There is nothing exceptional about her. She has brown eyes that she feels are blah, and often refers to them as mouse brown rather than the deep caramel with gold flakes they are. Her hair will never be in odes, as she sees it, being dull and brackish without a single curl. In reality, it is sable, and when brushed to a shine, it falls to just past her shoulder blades in a thick mane. In her opinion, her smile is her best feature. Her left upper cheek sports a microdermal piercing in the shape of a star, a small diamond sparkling from the center.
An emerald long-sleeved shirt, once a fancy silk dress shirt, now has dirt stains and small rips adorn her torso. Jeans, at least two sizes too big, probably obtained from the scrap bin, are tied to her thin waist by a frayed rope. The rope has many pouches and well loved gadgets attached, signifying an obsession for collecting and obtaining that which interests her. Black boots that meet her knees, look worn, probably another acquisition from the thrift or donation heap, and make a lovely clomping noise on the pavement.
