Harmony Alexander-Brujah Elder

She looks like something the Brothers Grimm would have created, had they been locked up in a tower with too much alcohol and too much ink. It is possible you have seen her face before, for she is known to be one of Europe’s most prizes sculptors of the 21st century. She stands 5’9, slender as a willow. She looks fragile, delicate, but didn’t anyone tell you never to judge a book by its cover? Her face is like marble, pale and flawless. Her lips are dusty pink, shimmery from gloss, and her eyes are ice-blue, like shards taken from the North Pole. Her lashes are long and ink-black, expressive and exquisite; they seem to be telling tales. Her hair reaches her waist, the colour of spun-gold. She wears a princessy, flowy ivory-rose dress with long sleeves; the hem touches the ground from the back, though it is easily 15 inches shorter from the front, showing off a pair of black boots, small, twin black satin bows decorate the back of the boots. She often walks with a cane in her hand yet it is doubtful she has a limp. The cane is lacquered black; the tip is nothing but a silvery ball, simple with the Meander design encircling it. She often wears a high-neck white faux-fur stole around her shoulders, long, white satin ribbons hold it closed. She looks to be around the age of 31 with the grace and poise of someone born into sophistication. There is a pair of simple tear-drop shaped ruby earrings on her ears and a platinum chain with a platinum locket around her neck. When she speaks it is usually with a heavy Greek accent, though when she desires she can alter into fluent American or Parisian.

Descrïption:      The 6'1" woman comes off as almost timid, her clothing...outdated and ill fitting, like someone else had chosen it rather hastily for her, and there was little time or reason to perseverate on the high and low points of fashion at the time. An oversized button down flannel T-shirt, green, grey and black in color.  Tan colored slacks that were a bit too small sporting holes in the knees from perhaps a time when the previous owner had tripped and fallen...or maybe they were on purpose...who really knew when it came to the fashion sense other people tended to have. Flip flops (not exactly suited for this time of year...but they would do well enough for her)  Her frame is lithe almost meeting the standards of underfed but not quite.  Eyes almost a light and foamy shade of green..straw colored hair tied up into a ponytail, hastily pulled away from her face.

Re:  Rumors:  As far as MOST of the universe is concerned, she's a nobody from nowhere.

Re:  Obvious Merits and Flaws-
*Clan Friendship (Malkavian), Please note that there are no blatently obvious but there are a few here to be delt with and discovered through the course of game play.

I realize that this is a bit vague, but icly this is what someone who doesn't know or hasn't met her would know or get as a general impression.