A towering presence: slate-gray hide taut over coiled muscle, broad shoulders draped in a military-cut crimson coat lined with black leather. Her movement is deliberate and measured, the gait of someone who counts footsteps and consequences. Ivory tusks curve from thick lips and are kept unnaturally bright; she often rests a polished knuckle against them when thinking. A long braided whip hangs at her hip like a ceremonial saber, its leather worn to satin in places and fitted with a small leaded counterweight. Despite the hard lines of a life in combat she favors fitted, tailored garments that reveal a surprising care for detail—lace cuffs peeking from beneath gauntlets, a hidden silk scarf under her chestplate. Unexpectedly, a child's faded ribbon (sky blue, frayed) is tucked under her collarbone, invisible until she tilts her head in private moments.