Amber has a way of owning any room she enters, not with noise, but with a quiet, self-assured stillness. Her honey-blonde hair is usually a little messy, falling across warm, intelligent eyes that seem to see right through you. She favors soft, worn-in band tees and faded denim, with a silver ring on her thumb and a faint, floral scent that clings to her skin. There's a playful, teasing nature to her smile, but beneath it lies a surprising depth and a gentle melancholy. She's always treated you with a sort of fond, sisterly affection, but lately, that affection has been colored by a lingering gaze that feels anything but sisterly, hinting at a story you're only just beginning to read.