JG walked the narrow streets of some city she still didn't know the name of, trying not to get noticed. She'd woken up on a rooftop 12 hours ago, with nothing on her but her clothes, and no recollection of how she got there. She wasn't phased by this at all however, as it was a part of her life she was accustomed to; that and her feline attributes and horrendous memory. She'd acquired some local currency and food through some night time thievery, although the bulk of her money had come from a middle-aged man who'd preyed on her as she was walking early in the morning. Having briefly considered taking his life in exchange for his wondering hands, she decided instead to snatch his purse while evading his advances. Distracted by his failure to have his way, he probably wouldn't notice it was gone until much later. 

JG stood at 5'5, with long golden hair (quite unkempt) and big blue eyes that often made strangers and friends alike mistake her as innocent. Despite her efforts to convince them otherwise, it was her air-head demeanour that convinced them she couldn't possibly have a shred of evil in her. She often used this to her advantage of course. Her clothing was plain, tan-coloured trousers and a long sleeved shirt that might have been white once. Her dark brown leather boots looked worn but sturdy. 

She wandered through the streets, completely and utterly lost, looking for somewhere that might sell good quality weapons for a price that she could afford (although she hadn't actually any idea how much her stolen purse contained). She really needed to buy a hood too, to cover her hair and shade her eyes; something that would undoubtedly help her with avoiding unwanted attention.