Presha has a haunting look about her, this look of course given off by her multicolored eyes and pale complexion. Her finely groomed eyebrows and full lips mark the ends of her face, just as her manicured fingers and toes mark the end of her limbs. Her manner of carrying herself gives the impression of grandeur but her height is an unimpressive five foot four inches. Her frame graced by her cascading black tresses that carry a natural wave to them, though she often curls her hair for her own amusement.
A quiet woman is what she can be considered at times but just the same her mood can switch to that of the most social butterfly. Intelligent is all she can be with so much time on her hands and so many books within the endless rooms of the castle, and vanity is something she never dared possess for the castle plays with what is most precious to you. Cursed by the house she knows all that occurs in the castle, at least by night the visions come to her. She is a puzzle just the same as the castle that it is her job to abide by, the one she is tied to by invisible chains.
Presha cannot remember her childhood, for some reason or another no matter how hard she tries the memories do no come of her own will. Occasionally a taste of her past comes back to her, but most of the time it goes just as quickly as it came. She feels that whatever past she may of had it is better for her not to know, because if she knows it or not it doesn't and wouldn't change her present for the the better. This thought of course preluded by a plethora of rather bone chilling flashbacks that have recently hit her. Darkness. Running. Death. Starvation. Lightning.What she does remember is that the castle is her home, a home that she hates but loves all at the same time, it is her guilty pleasure. Regardless she must continue on with her duty and that was to guide her new guests, and keep them in her graces. For no one knows the true purpose of the castle's intentions but what is clear is the fact that if you did not do what you must your life will be blown to shambles, that is if you have one to be blown at all. She gave up the notion of a life outside the castle a long time ago, along with the notion of taking control of her guest's fate.