She definitely wasn't the princess type. Her hair was barely combed back into a messy ponytail, and dirt literally was smeared across her cheek and forehead. With her t-shirt ripped and jeans caked with dried mud, there was never a moment when dust wasn't covering her. And she was perfectly okay with it.

By chasingtransientmemories, January 7, 2016*.

She wore a sweat-stained T-shirt and shorts. Her bare arms and legs were as ashy and pale as her face. She turned her leg to show a long, jagged scar. It was curved, top and bottom.

By lilacsky, September 11, 2013.

Found in Fire and Ash, authored by Jonathan Maberry.