|Hair Color||Spun Gold|
|Eye Color||Sapphire Blue|
|Skintone||Peaches And Cream|
|Parents||Abram Grimhall, Alina Darkwater|
|Siblings||Jovarn Grimhall, Merida Thrax, Erik Grimhall|
|Uncles/Aunts||Anneke Grimhall, Harald Grimhall|
|Cousins||Valdemar Grimhall, Melinda Grimhall, Sivard Grimhall, Ingvar Grimhall, Ingrid Grimhall|
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A petite beauty, what she lacks in stature she makes up for, carrying herself like a formidable woman to be reckoned with, not a delicate darling. Her features evoke thoughts of classical paintings, with high cheekbones and a slightly pointed jaw contrasting in angles with soft lips that draw the eye when she speaks. Eyes are the rich blue of sapphires, bright as the sea glittering under moonlight. Her skin is peaches and cream, flawless, not even a stray freckle marring that perfection. Her hair is worn in long waves that reach just below the shoulder blades when loose, a sunlit gold shade that is so much more than 'blonde'. Her figure is lithe and she moves with self-possession that belies her youth.
Sanya Grimhall smiles easily and often, and uses those smiles either to please, engage, or disarm. She's adept at all three and wields passion and inspiration the same way so many in her family do cold steel. It is a foolish thing to assume that she is less precise with those tools, or less deadly. Her moods can seem to shift like quicksilver, and though she can be sunny and charming it takes only one sharp turn to find that laughter fades to temper. Those who know Sanya well describe her as mesmerizing, motivated and exceptionally loyal to those whom she feels have earned it. Family above all.