Holding an almost divine sensation, pristine, radiant skin showcases a heterochromic gaze; Silver and Ruby. Said piercing eyes are do not display sight, yet haunt your soul all the more. How creepy.

A lost lotus lingers in shadows, how bold,
Keening whispers, where despair takes hold.
Underneath the moon's haunting light,
Mournful echoes of a shinobi's plight.

Amidst that darkness, their fate entwined,

Nurtured by grief, a past enshrined.
Guided from shadows, plucked from plight,
Emerged anew, touched by the light.
Lost, the lotus has gained sight.

This lithe frame stands at 5'10, flaunting long, sharp flowing hair. It's tied neatly, accompanied by a bandage across head to conceal something.

From this point onward, you are being assessed.