One might think that living for almost a thousand years contained inside an ornate bottle would be maddening, at the very least cramped. However, Ezmerelda did not find it cramped or maddening at all. Once inside her tiny captive space, it was quite roomy. Oh she supposed it had something to do with the spells that bound her to this place, with its lush pillows and sustanence whenever she thought of it. She really didn't care to dwell on that too much.<br/><br/>Ezmerelda was a genie, one of average power and ability by genie standards. She looked quite human, even could pass as one if she so chose, not that she chose much of anything. It was all up to her current Master. Whoever owned the bottle. Even her appearances tended to change due to her Master's whims. For now she was between master's, stuck inside the bottle for centuries, collecting dust on some antique dealer's shelves. So she kept the form her previous Master had given her. Short, barely reaching five foot even, with red hair that curled past her waist. Her green eyes sparkled mischievously and not an ounce of extra weight could be seen anywhere.<br/><br/>Her clothing was of the time period when she last left her bottle, close to the eighteen hundreds, so her gown was quite a sight. Billowing skirts of softest green, an off the shoulder bodice that hinted at her bosums but did not divulge. All in all she was quite a sight to behold, that was of course assuming that anyone was going to be laying eyes upon her any time soon.