She moves like a shadow wearing silk and leather as if they were armor. Her clothing is meticulously arranged to expose scars and lash marks so that each mark is part of her statement. Her skin carries hundreds of pale ridges and faint puckers, each with a polished rim from careful healing and deliberate display. Her favored movement is a slow, deliberate glide punctuated by sudden, predatory steps that close distance in an instant. Unexpectedly, her left hand is nearly always wrapped in a stained linen glove despite the rest of her flashier attire; she keeps that hand soft and hidden, as if preserving something tender beneath the cruelty.