Aoife Brannagh is a 125lb 19-year old woman. Standing at 5’5” (165.10 cm), her frame is lean and athletic, built through years of rigorous training, yet retaining a wiry, graceful strength that mirrors her blackthron spear’s fluid versatility. She moves with an almost unnatural poise, each step measured as if she were always prepared to fight or flee. Her emerald-green eyes, luminous and unnervingly intense, seem to catch the faintest light, giving the impression that they glow in the dark. They carry the weight of her lineage, reflecting both the wild magic of Tír na nÓg and the burden of centuries of bloodshed. Her gaze is piercing, often leaving those who meet it unsettled, as though she can see through layers of pretense to the soul beneath. Aoife’s auburn hair is thick and untamed, often tied back in a loose braid to keep it out of her face during combat. Strands frequently escape, framing her angular features and high cheekbones, giving her a slightly wild, untethered appearance. Her skin is pale, marked by the sun only in the faint freckles that dust her cheeks and nose, a reminder of her Irish ancestry. Dressed as wild west outlaw in the forest with no guns, wearing a hooded cloak and carrying a blackthorn staff