Foudre is, all in all, an imposing character.
Her body is tall and dark, heavily beset with the smooth, bulging muscle indicative of a draft horse- a Fresian to be exact- and she works quite often in her smithing studio to keep it. Her clothing tends toward masculinity and subdued style. She prefers function over form but favors a touch of luxury. Her shirts are always pressed and made of a high-quality material, worn with the collars unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up to her corded forearms. Her high-waisted pants are tight and tailored, all but poured over her massive thighs and impressive rear, the outer and front and back seam marked with dark blue piping. The fabric is tone on tone black stripes. All these lines make it impossible not to notice the bulge there in the front.
She wears a leather harness over her shirt that joins together in the back as suspenders would, and performs similarly in the front, but also crosses under her surprisingly unremarkable bust.
Her hooves are heavily feathered and wrapped at the cannons with thick leather that buckles. Her hair at the mane is thick, glossy, and somewhat wavy with an unfettered look to it. Her forelock often covers her face- in fact her gaze is hard to catch, for she also wears smoked glass blinders. She has a habit of not making eye contact, dismissively.
Her wrists and hands are wrapped with dark blue fabric.
As for her tail, it's bound in blue wrapping and cut short. That's often the last thing people notice, considering the fact that a pair of large jet black wings reside on her back. She can only glide, though, due to her weight.
Her penchant for hard work aside, Foudre is latest among a long line of nobility, and as such she can be hard to converse with because she's an uptight snob, to be plain. She takes offense to rudeness (which she defines as 'not being respected properly') and often takes punishment into her own hands, when applicable. She has a fondness for the military, hammers, and ironworking. She's enthralled by power and people with a firm sense of control.
She is not what she seems, and can be a difficult nut to crack, so I, the lovely narrator, will give you these hints.
Be polite, but not meek.
Being aloof and having social anxiety can often look the same.
That which does not bend....
She identifies as female and is attracted to males.
((ALT FOR RANDI'S PLAYER so like you know, yeah))