Weathered by sea salt and battle, Jezebeth moves with a captain's economy of motion. Her bright copper hair is cropped short in front and braided long at the back, each braid threaded with tiny iron trinkets and an old tooth tied with red thread. Her skin carries the pallor of long nights at sea washed with sunburned lines and a faint, unhealthy rose undertone near her collarbones. Her eyes glow low, ember red when she channels blood magic but soft and human in private. She wears a living crown of thin, barklike growth at her temples that curls like a sailor's knot, a mark of her Hexblood lineage. Unexpectedly, she favors a child's yellow ribbon tied to her wrist, frayed and clean, a contradiction to her battle-scarred presence.