Lin is a study in visual noise, appearing as a shimmering pile of rubbish. Their frame is spindly and prone to tremors, often leaning heavily against the salt-crusted timbers of the Sinking Junk. While their left eye is permanently clouded by a cataract from a chemical spill, their right eye is a piercing, lucid gold that seems to capture light even in the darkest alley. They move with a disjointed, rhythmic shuffle that mimics the swaying of a boat on the canal. The most striking element is the contrast between their filthy, calloused skin and the scraps of regal violet and gold silk that hold their rags together.