Kaela moves with the deliberate, heavy grace of a stalking panther. Her skin is a sun-beaten bronze, stretched tight over corded muscle. Her hair is ink-black and shorn short, though she has recently begun styling it with expensive oils to mimic the preferences of the nobility. Her eyes are the color of cold flint, possessing a terrifying focus that seems to look through people rather than at them. She smells of iron, gun oil, and surprisingly, an overwhelming scent of expensive floral jasmine perfume.