Rose, at a glance, has a lot of the qualities of the 'girl next door'; she wouldn't stand out in a crowd, but up-close she seems to be pleasantly attractive. She has a narrow face with smooth, pale skin, dusted with faint freckles at her cheeks. Her most striking aspect is perhaps her unpainted pert lips and brilliant smile. Perched on a nose perhaps slightly too large for her face are a pair of black-framed glasses, giving her a sort of 'cute librarian' look. Cherry-auburn locks fall layered to her shoulders. Her figure is slender but not particularly athletic, with soft feminine curves where it counts.
She is dressed in a faux-cashmere gray sweater over a pink and white flower-print halter top and tan khaki slacks, doing more to conceal her figure than accentuate it. Simple brown leather shoes are on her feet. She wears no jewelry other than a silver trident pendant around her neck.
Note that this is how she appeared when discovered on Sagittaron. Hopefully, she improves. :D
Normally, Rose Ibbhanas comes across as 'the girl next door', but not today. Sick to the point of near-death, this young woman's naturally pale and lightly freckled skin has the distinct pallor of radiation poisoning barely under control. Face and hands streaked with grime, with her mostly shoulder-length auburn hair greasy-thin and uneven in places lend truth to the notion that she hasn't seen a proper bath in over a week. White cataracts fill her dilated pupils like thick clouds, and her normally bright hazel irises mere lines of color providing a thin divide between sightless pupils and bloodshot eyes. Her nose is slightly wider than would be perfect, and has a small bit of encrusted blood ringing her nostrils. All in all, she looks extremely unwell.
Dressed in the stained, partially torn remains of blue jeans, a frayed and destroyed pink wool sweater several sizes too big, and a white (?) tank top underneath, she probably hasn't had much of an opportunity to change her wardrobe recently. Still, her boots look reasonably new, resembling tan rubber-soled work boots.
Rose, at a glance, has a lot of the qualities of the 'girl next door'; she wouldn't stand out in a crowd, but up-close she seems to be pleasantly attractive. She has a narrow face with smooth, pale skin, dusted with faint freckles at her cheeks. Her most striking aspect is perhaps her unpainted pert lips and a confident, brilliant smile. She wears her hair loosely, red locks arranged tastefully in a medium curled-out bob cut, hiding all traces of the time when her hair was uneven and patched from her radiation sickness. Her nose is slightly wider than would be perfect, perched on which is a pair of black-framed glasses with rather thick lenses, giving her recently unclouded and sparkling hazel eyes an owlish look. Her figure is slender but not particularly athletic, with soft feminine curves where it counts.
Dressed professionally, Rose is wearing a white and pink flowery tank top underneath a light brown business suit jacket, falling down to the tops of her hips. From her waist down is a tan business skirt falling to just above the knee, the hue not quite matching the jacket but blending enough as to not clash. A black belt threads around the waist of the skirt, and on her feet are simple black slip-ons. Over the entirety of the ensemble is an open white lab coat, falling down to mid-calf.
Done up for the occasion, Rose has lost some of her 'girl next door' look in favor of a make-over that has completely changed her complexion and general appearance. She has a narrow face with smooth, pale skin, a light application of make-up concealing the worst of her freckles and blending her skin to the color of light cream. Her lips are painted a dark rose color which stand out pleasantly against her skin tone. A faint peach dusts her upper eyelids and along her cheeks. Red hair is pulled back into a tight fold behind her head. Her eyes still remain clouded with cataracts and her hazel irises seem to react at least partially to light. Her nose is slightly wider than would be perfect.
Dressed for the occasion, Rose wears a sleeveless purple dress with a ruffled neckline. While not perfectly tailored to her shape, it brings some definition to her curves, drawing out the femininity she usually conceals. Around her shoulders she wears a peach-colored tassled shawl, draped across her front and down her open back. Flowing down to just above her knees, she's also managed to find some pale nylons and black low-heel pumps.
In her left hand, Rose carries a white collapsible plastic stick with a small ball at the end, used for judging her surroundings as she walks. A month's practice with it has paid off, and she's no longer fumbling with it quite as much.
