Karys is a lithe tiefling with skin the color of a bruised plum. Her horns are asymmetrical; the left one is snapped off midway and capped with polished brass, while the right curves elegantly back into a sharp point. Her eyes are solid, pupil-less pools of hammered silver that reflect light like a cat's. She moves with a deceptive, jittery grace, as if she is constantly vibrating at a frequency just above the physical. A jagged scar, looking like a lightning strike, runs from her collarbone up to the edge of her jaw. Despite her rugged profession, she smells faintly of expensive jasmine perfume, a jarring contrast to the damp sewer musk that clings to her boots.