Red, naturally curling hair that hangs to her mid back, framing a porcelain face of soft features and emerald eyes. She's quite beautiful, if she'll allow herself to admit it. Luna is trim. Lithe. Lively. Stands at an average 165cm. It isn't entirely noticeable under her thicker layers, but she's taken pains to care for her body.

Luna has always been one for comfort over anything else. On cold days, she's in a beanie, a hoodie, jeans and maybe boots. Colors don't always match but on a good day, they will. When the sun's embrace is strongest, she's content with a loose shirt, jeans again and slip-ons or sneakers.

Luna doesn't speak of home. Not often. She's more content in living in the now, capturing each new moment she experiences when she can. However, the clues pointing to her history hang in her little apartment in the city.

Paintings, done in her hand, meticulously recreate... the city of Goaling. Crowded and dirty and suffocating. A desert ocean. Vast yet abandoned. A golden sea threatening to spill from the frame and fill the entire room. A forest. Deep and dark and lonely. Light filtering through the canopy above illuminating the a world of lush green. An image of three individuals. Faces unremarkable and in matching garb. Two of the figures clearly adult and one smaller looking child. A boy.

Born to a poor family, one with little ambition to claw their way out of the little corner of the world they'd comfortably stuffed themselves into, Luna began life with eyes untrained to the color of the wider world. This would ultimately become the fuel to drive the life of a soul that never wavered in one place too long. Her appetite for the world was a ravenous one and her family recognized it immediately. When not at home, which was often enough, she could be found exploring the city. Memorizing the shops lining every dusty street. The smells of the bakery on the other side of town. The feel of the sand on her skin at the edge of the dessert to the north. The taste of water in the air in the forest to the south. The way her heart beat in her chest when she was chased into an alleyway by the Wulang boys... and how good it felt to scratch the smiles off both of their faces. Then, she'd take these memories and bring them home, spin a tale for a father and mother who were too weary by days end to find their own adventure. They loved her however, and wanted nothing more than to feed the spirit that would one day take her far away from them.

Their first gift to her was the most important of her life: A set of wax crayons. Six colors.

After studying to become a journalist, Luna moved to the city with the love of her life, her camera. She landed a job that allowed her the freedom to travel, see the world and continue to tell stories about life through her lens. Being an intern at Shinobi News Network was exactly where she wanted to be... for the most part.

She keeps the best stories to herself and her blog.