A stick of a little girl, Eryn stands at a mere three feet even on her tippy toes, tiny feet and small hands despite the fact that she was ten years old when she died. The small girl had never been a bright child even in life and so she would hardly be as such in death. Her skin is transparent and yet one can see that it has a sickly pallid look to it. Silver orbs peek beneath long dark eyelashes, adding a small touch of beauty to the frail little girl. A small sharp nose and a broken pale smile complete's her facial features. Long ebony hair fell down her shoulders and framed her face, very rarely was it soft and shimmery like she would have loved it to be, instead it was often stringy and dingy, considering she had very little time to take care of it, her appearance wasn't worth very much when she was alive, she could hardly care much for it now that she was dead.
When she had been alive, her mother, when she was feeling 'motherly' would tie a velvet bow in her dark hair, making her seem like a fragile sickly doll. Never had the young girl wore colors of the rainbow, all that she had ever worn was gray colors and black colors as well. Her favorite dress was that of a little black dress with a few holes and tatters about. She would often be seen dancing barefoot, twirling as though she wore a grand ballgown rather then a flimsy tattered dress. Another odd feature that drawns the attentions of others is that she wears a black velvet glove on her right hand and only her right hand. It is because when she was a small child, in two instances of insanity, her mother chose to make 'small' sacrifices. Her mother cut from her screaming daughter, two fingers. A pointer finger and her pinky, two fingers she felt her child had no need of.
It is hard to tell just how the little girl died, she still wears the tattered and worn dress that she had died in, her black glove in place on her right hand and a velvet bow in her stringy ebony hair. A mischevious smile is often seen on the girl's face, a glint in her silver eyes that one might have seen from her in life. If one is allowed to get a close look at the child ghost, they would see a dark crimson slash across her left wrist, the wound looking as fresh as the day she had sustained it, though it was hard to say whether it was self-inflicted or done to her by another and whether it had been the cause for her end or not.
