‘mia is an tall and shapely to the extreme, stretched out and yet still holding curves. Her face is round and tanned, sort of heart-shaped, the only point being at her somewhat dainty chin. The tan only serves to deepen the set of those lovely sapphire eyes, eyes that turn slightly up at the corners to give her an almost elfin appearance. Her height, of course, completely dispells that notion, as does the complete, jet black of her hair. But one thing interrupts that sea of ebony, a tiny ivory interlude. Ebony characterizes even the splashes upon her forehead that are her slender eyebrows and those long, alluring lashes shielding the gems of azure below them. The girl’s nose is rather small and roundish, though not snubbed, shaped a little too small for her face, but barely marring its beauty. Sensuous lips of deep scarlet, wide without the help of anything cosmetic in the least reside below that smallish nose…perhaps making up for it? Below that, the slightly pointed chin. Her body is what makes her slender, not her face, assuredly. Her long arms are muscled, but not burly, ending in slender wrists and long, dexterous fingers. Those fingers are capped with perfectly shaped nails that look as if they would be perfectly elegant had she not a need to keep them cropped. Bakers simply don’t have long fingernails. The young woman is fairly well endowed and, from long experience and habit running about and exercising, her stomach remains flat and firm. Below that and following the suit of curves come wide hips that lead into firm, shapely thighs and calves, ending in, of all things, tiny feet.

A lovely blue dress drapes Damia’s curvy form in elegance. In High Reaches, even the summer isn’t scorchingly hot and she always wears a white underdress though whether or not it’s always pristine is a point that can definitely be debated. The bodice is the same color as the skirt, a lovely sapphire to match her eyes completely. It laces up the front, of all things, and the top of that white underdress can be seen at the top, the arms of course, coming from the sides of the bodice. The skirt flares with courtly elegance, aided by that everpresent underdress. It falls down to her ankles where it brushes against her wherhide boots, dyed the same color as her dress and don’t look to be cheap…especially to a journeyman.. Over her dress, she can almost always be seen with a long apron that drapes it completely. It too is almost always spattered with baking souvenirs of all types including batters and sauces. Her hair does mostly what it pleases and she wears it up or down as the weather and its mood permit. No jewelery dapples her personage...how could that be practical for a baker?

A lush double cord accompanying a single loop complete with a small tail all of gold and brown. As well, there're little golden embellishments to signify 'Mia as a Co-Head Cook. It sits upon High Reaches' black mountains against a blue sky. Below it sits a little loaf of bread. Of /course/ she's a bak

Damia is just over 20 turns of age