T’ehbo is a slender, slip of a Miqo’te; a sunbeam frozen midday, she has a surprising radiance, though suitably hyperthermic traits still showed in her pale tone. Sun-kissed and immortally smooth, edging an almost unblemished and pure from the coruscating. Her hair freely-swaying waves of flaxen blonde, cascading down her shoulders and to the small of her back, to the dusting of ebony lashes at her eyes. Eyes so similarly touched in muted brook-blue gaze outward, half-lidded, and aloof; necessary in such learned ruse to tame the teeming, wild gleams of youth. Her smiles sway from tawdry to terse, and her mirthless witticisms and a deceptive indecision to cordial compendary suggest that occasional broad, impish grin was far more fitting a tell for her exact preference in comity, which worked poorly to allay the effects of sleepless evenings as she's so used too.
Indeed, her most prized possessions were tomes and art supplies, weighty with fettered and tattered covers and adorned with gaily-colored ribbons jutting at the ends of pages like frazzled and forked tongues, whose locations shifted and danced freely with each day. Wrought with various drawings, doodles, sketches, landscapes and portraits. She bore the bleeding-marks of her sleepless studies well for her age. Her breeding demanding a stiff spine and shoulder for whatever weights would burden her.
Fashion varied, with a preference in trapping and accessory that did little to hide her familial power. T’ehbo frequented leather attire, jerkins, britches, usually in colors that complimented the girl's own irises nicely. The attire form-fitted due to her own couturier-work. She was handy and typically fashioned her own belongings and tools needed for her survival, and at other times clad in thick sets of plate armor that coated her from head to tail tip.