Bright red curls seem to surround this cherubic face in a halo of color and cascade down her back , well past her waist. Crystal blue eyes sparkle with unspoken mischief and tend to crinkle up into half moons when she laughs. Her skin is creamy and white, its smoothness only broken by the deep dimples in her cheeks and the small one in her chin. A tiny, brown freckle beneath her right eye is her only birthmark and her pert nose is slightly crooked, indication of a break some time in her past. Only nineteen, she stands no more than 5'2" high and has tiny hands which tend to flutter in the air as she speaks. Ripe with curves, her waist is small enough to be spanned by two hands, her bust is full and her bottom is deliciously rounded.
Wearing a long dress of the softest, periwinkle wool, Angel looks warm and comfortable. The neckline is modest, circling her neck lightly and secured with jet buttons all the way down the front, ending at the narrow waist. The bodice is snug but not overly so and the skirt flares out from the waist and ends at her small feet, which are encased in black, patent leather ankle boots. She wears a long, dark blue, woolen hooded cloak lined with beaver fur and on her hands are matching gloves. Her only jewelry is a small, gold chain with a locket on the end.