Seliseth is a tall human woman with unnervingly long legs, a poised predatory gait, and the stillness of someone who can turn any room into a stage. Her skin is warm brown with a faint satin sheen from scented oils, while her black hair falls in a heavy braided mass almost to her knees. Tiny silver charms are woven through the braid, each one engraved with the name of a dead client, enemy, or friend. Her eyes are dark hazel, but when she invokes her pact, pale rings bloom around the irises like moonlight on deep water. She moves with theatrical confidence, yet her hands are callused and her left shoulder sits slightly lower from an old battlefield injury. The unexpected contradiction is that her glamorous silhouette conceals a compact, practical strength, and she can carry an unconscious armored soldier farther than most men twice her size.