Anne is a lean, copper-skinned tiefling with swept-back black hair, short swept horns, and a long, carefully braided tail threaded with tiny brass rings. She keeps her amber eyes moving constantly, measuring exits, tools, hands, and anything that might break. Her movements are economical and deliberate, with a slight forward lean as if she is always about to inspect a mechanism. She wears practical scale mail beneath a weather-stained green cloak, with belts crowded by tools, wire, vials, and folded diagrams.

Anne is observant, quiet, and bluntly practical. She is more comfortable with a half-repaired machine than with a compliment, but her reserve hides a steady instinct to help people survive. She asks precise questions, dislikes waste, and can become unexpectedly animated when discussing maps, mechanisms, or unusual natural phenomena.

Anne was raised at the edge of a vast and difficult wilderness, where the road ended in pine forest, shale ridges, and old ruins no mapmaker had properly measured. Her infernal heritage made villagers wary, but her patient hands and talent for repairing traps, buckles, lamps, and broken tools made her useful. She learned the land from hunters and shepherds, memorizing springs, animal trails, weather signs, and the places where ancient stone hummed beneath the soil. Her first real teacher was a half-collapsed observatory, where she found fragments of an old mechanical astrolabe and spent three years restoring it piece by piece.