Sage Rysson — Peacekeeper — District 1 (WIP!)

Sage hasn't ever been what society finds... pretty, and in her age, she hasn't escaped that. With a square jaw, a frown line here or there, and a now-compulsive need to dye her hair every month (on the 24^th, beginning at 4 P.M., and ending at 5), she isn't much more than average. She's always kept her bleached-blond hair short; it would always grow unmanageable after a while, and unmanageability just isn't something that fits into her life. Her brow is a little thick—a little too manly, maybe. She's never found much above her eyes to be attractive.

However, she isn't unattractive in the least. Her lips are shapely, with an well-defined "Cupid's Bow," and are normally accented with her favorite red: just a shade under pink, yet still light enough that it's not intrinsically seductive. The angle of her nose is tilted down a touch, its nostrils are just barely flared, and its tip is in perfect proportion to the rest: not so large that it's bulbous, but not so small as to be undefined. Her eyes have always been—at least, in her considerations—her most attractive features: almond-shaped, and a dark blue-green shade that is perfectly highlighted by her hair's tint

Her clothes are always professional (as she is, herself): pantsuits, jackets with skirts, and—occaisionally—some casual clothing (jeans, or a plain shirt, or a thermal). Her colors in her clothes are green, blues, and grays, and she constantly tries to inter-disperse them with each other fashionably. One accessory she never travels without is a small, cheap necklace, Irish green in color. It wasn't as though it was from some favorite person, or that it was a dying memory of someone. She just likes it. She doesn't have many dying memories in her wardrobe.