Slim and petite with long blond hair that is perpetually messy. Her left shoulder sprouts a single large bat wing that arcs and flexes with surprising grace; the wing is mottled deep crimson at the membrane with a faint pattern of silvery scars. Her grin is wide beyond comfort and full of too many teeth, each slightly serrated and unexpectedly white against her dusky skin. She moves with quick, uneven steps like a predator testing terrain, often tilting her head when listening. Contradiction: despite the savage smile her hands are neat and careful, fingers stained faintly with old ink and blood, and she smooths a threadbare scarf before making a calculated approach.