Mira stands with a predatory grace that contradicts her heavy orcish frame. Her skin is the color of a bruised plum, mapped with fine, silvery scars that catch the light like spiderwebs. She has a high, noble forehead and small, sharp tusks that she keeps meticulously polished. Her movement is silent and fluid, shifting between the heavy footfalls of a soldier and the ghost-like glide of an assassin. The most striking element of her look is her right eye, which is a whirring gold clockwork prosthetic that zooms and clicks when she focuses, while her left remains a piercing, natural hazel. She carries herself with the authority of a general but the secrecy of a spy.