Calithra-9V stands just under 5 feet tall, her frame slender and lithe, with a delicate, almost porcelain quality to her face that belies her mechanical nature. Her smooth, pale metallic skin has faint engravings resembling artisan craftsmanship rather than factory production. Long straight red-gold hair cascades down her back with a subtle iridescent sheen, unusually soft for a warforged. Over her left eye, a worn black leather eyepatch, frayed at the edges, contrasts her right eye, which glows emerald green with a faintly pulsing target-mark pattern in the pupil – a remnant of her tactical combat programming. She moves with graceful precision, quietly and deliberately, but with an almost childlike lightness when engrossed with anything cute – occasionally bending to hug small animals or plush toys with evident but muted affection. Despite her emotive gestures toward cute things, her face never betrays warmth or anger, speaking in a flat, monotone voice that carries a slight mechanical cadence.