Tall tiefling with deep red skin like dusk-tinted copper that shows faint, darker veins when she tenses. Her horns sweep back in a smooth, polished arc, one nicked near the base with a silver wire threaded through it as if to stitch a memory closed. She moves with the coiled grace of a predator, every motion efficiently measured, but when she laughs it comes out breathy and almost childlike. Her long tail curls and taps with a rhythm when she is thinking; at odds with the severity of her face she wears a pair of mismatched soft gloves, one embroidered with faded stars and the other patched with a scrap of prison cloth. Unexpectedly, her left forearm bears a faint, whimsical tattoo of a small, grinning fox that looks almost playful against her otherwise severe bearing.