Tinker

"She is a she. Definitely. Her long hair is unmistakable. It was an odd color, one of those that shift in the moonlight, but she had dark red hair while the light showed, but a very dark brown without, to the point that it was almost black. The only reason I could see the brown was because of the jade hairpin. It glowed subtly, but the glow allowed the hair to be slightly, ever so slightly transparent. She also had a thin face, like a porcelain doll. Her lips were a soft pink, soft, and smooth. Her skin was spotted with freckles, though one could barely see them because of her mask. She looked like a gentle beauty. She was almost petite because of her height. Did she look about... just under five feet maybe? She also had silky black gloves. They fit perfectly to her wrists and it looked like they were glued on. She wore very tight clothing. I doubt she's a burglar. They always come in here with their black bodysuits and hats. She was the opposite. She wore a dark red turtleneck and a buffed up oversized jacket. Her gloves were short and only went up to her wrists. Her pants were also loose and baggy. They were tight on her ankles and it allowed her to move swiftly and silently despite all the expected rustling. Oh, and her eyes. They were the highlight of her face. They were like none that I've ever seen. Her left eye was pitch black, matte, and deep. Just like a black hole, it was hypnotizing, but her right eye snapped me out of it. The brightest gold I've ever laid eyes on. They didn't just glow. The eye felt like it sliced through my consciousness, causing me to stumble back. I hadn't even seen her for more than 20 seconds, but it was enough for me."