A tall dark haired woman swaddled in a heavy but flowing cloak. Peircing slate eyes are set in a face that still holds on to the last traces of the softness of youth.
Izzy is reserved at first but enjoys a good laugh. She is comfortable with rougher conversation.
She possesses a fine family sword that she does not carry. She carries a satchel with supplies for life on the road, and a concealed kukri.
Izabeau was born into nobility, where she learned to read and write etc. She picked up a small bit of armed combat skills from watching and participating in her brothers' training whilst growing up. Being the youngest child she was not to inhereit her familys property or responsibility so she left home to travel. She's been on the road for under a year, visiting new places and meeting new people.