Slim and quietly dangerous. She moves like a shadow that knows where the light will fall. Her skin is freckled across the bridge of a narrow nose; a faint silvering scar runs from near her left ear, behind her jawline to the base of her throat, pale as a healed burn. Her left sleeve is always cuffed higher, revealing intricate inked charts of constellations across her forearm in thin black lines. She favors quick, economical motions and tends to plant her weight on the balls of her feet so she is always ready to spring. Unexpectedly, she wears a child's blue ribbon tied to her wrist beneath her bracer, frayed but clean, which softens the otherwise severe impression.