Nara is a compact, broad-shouldered high elf with the sturdy posture of someone who has spent years hauling boilers, scrap metal, and half-finished siege devices across workshops. Her chin-length silver hair falls in swept bangs that never stay swept for long, usually catching on the hinges of her brass goggles. Garnet eyes make every emotion seem lit from within, especially when tears gather in them. She moves with explosive enthusiasm, leaning too far into doorways, turning too quickly, and gesturing with tools as though they were extensions of her hands. Her fingertips are permanently stained with blue sealing wax and machine grease. The unexpected contradiction is her delicacy: despite her rough clothing, loud voice, and habit of smashing jammed mechanisms with her elbow, she can repair a cracked music box using only a needle, a magnifying lens, and extraordinary patience.