Cafe Void - Anril

Anril - A (mostly) human girl who stands about 5'2", and weighs in at a whopping 115 lbs. at best. Aside from the silted pupils in her amber eyes, there is little to suggest the woman is anything save your typical nearly grown former-waif. Of course, the fact that she -is- very little else doesn't help matters much... Shoulder-length jet hair frames a rather thin face, with eyes that turn very slightly upwards towards the outer corners. Below them, a slightly upturned nose destroys any semblance of adulthood the cold, jaded appearance of the eyes may suggest... Her clothes appear to be... new... And good quality.. Or were, rather.. She wears a light gray t-shirt, and none o' this skin-tight bs, either, with a black cotton button-up over top, left unbuttoned for that 'cape' effect... Below that, a pair of self-made 'parachute pants', apparently based on combining two slinky floor-lengths skirts, one to each leg, and adding elastic at the waist and ankles, though with all the patches of poly-cotton, denim, and canvas sewn on them, they appear to have been well worn... Not a speck of grime, though... In general, she's gutter trash, and fittingly devoid of hope... But something beyond hope -does- drive her, something more akin to determination, or even mulish stubbornness... That, and an insatiable curiosity that sparkles in the eyes like the reflection of a candle's flame... Oh, and did I mention the sharpened fingernails?