Short natural coils worn in a clean tapered TWA, dark and close to a strong, oval face with high, regal cheekbones and dark brown eyes that hold a room the way a held note does. Deep warm-brown skin with a warm undertone, caught tonight in the cold-white glare of the green-room mirror bulbs, stage makeup half wiped away so the line where the character ends and the woman begins runs right across her face. Tall and lushly curvy, she carries herself with the unhurried, weight-shifted ease of someone who has never once doubted she belongs at the center of the light — chin level, one hand idle at her hip. Gold hoop earrings, a voice that arrives a half-second before she does, and a smile she gives out like a favor and means, more often than not, every time.

Shows affection by

words of affirmation

In conflict

meets conflict head-on

Habits

narrates her own entrances; touches your forearm to make a point; quotes her own lines back at the wrong moment to make you laugh; checks her reflection mid-sentence and isn't sorry