Seraphine Valcora is a tall human woman who moves like a drawn blade, all clean angles and disciplined grace. Her plate armor is polished to a pale gold shine, but it is scarred with dark crescent burns and tiny dents that have never been repaired. Beneath the cuirass she wears a simple ash-gray tunic and a threadbare blue pilgrim sash, a humble contradiction to her legendary status. Her left gauntlet is wrapped in black prayer-cord, and when she is angry the cords smoke faintly. She carries herself with a stillness that makes rooms feel quieter, yet her eyes are bright with constant, restless vigilance. She looks like someone built from oath, sunlight, and old grief.