Miri has skin the color of cold hearth-ash and a pair of slender horns that curve back from her forehead, wrapped tightly in intricate silver wire. She moves with a stiff, deliberate grace, like a mechanical doll. Her eyes are a solid, milky lavender with no visible pupils, giving her a perpetual look of being lost in thought. Despite her somber occupation, she smells faintly of expensive sandalwood and sharp formaldehyde. In a strange contrast to her mournful aesthetic, she always wears bright, cheerful sunflower-patterned silk socks hidden beneath her heavy, mud-caked leather boots.