Yumi moves with a dancer’s grace, seemingly light on her toes yet calculated in every step. Her porcelain skin contrasts sharply with jet-black hair often worn in a sleek, low bun with a single crimson hairpin shaped like a phoenix feather. Her eyes are dark pools that flicker with flecks of violet when channeling magic, unsettling those who meet her gaze deeply. She wears a floor-length silk robe, deep indigo embroidered with silver dragons entwining clouds, the fabric whispering softly as she moves. Yet, despite this elegance, her left wrist bears a wide, rough leather bracer studded with faintly glowing mystic runes—an odd and rough counterpoint to her otherwise polished appearance. The bracer hums faintly if one pays close attention, hinting at a hidden power or restraint beneath her calm exterior.