Amaya is a young human woman with a strong athletic frame, narrow waist, and the balanced posture of someone who learned to climb before she learned to read. Her light skin has a warm gold undertone and a faint dusting of freckles across her shoulders. Her soft-cheeked face looks almost cherubic until she smiles, revealing one slightly prominent upper canine and a habit of showing every tooth when amused. She moves with a low, springy grace, occupying more space than her height suggests because she leans into conversations as if sharing a secret. Her expression is fierce and playful at once. The unexpected contradiction is that her hands are callused and quick, while her fingertips are always stained with rose-colored cosmetic powder, as though she has just left a dance hall rather than a smuggler's alley.