Marseris stands tall and slender, with an angular face marked by faint, silvery traces across her right cheek—the residue of planar exposure. Her skin is pale with an undertone of misty violet that only shows in certain lights. Thick, straight hair falls to her waist in mismatched lengths: charcoal-black shot through with wandering streaks of silver and pale blue. Her eyes, too-wide and intense, are a shade of sea-glass green with shifting accents that catch ambient magic. Her hands are stained with perpetual ink, yet her robes (practical but layered in complex overlapping sashes) never seem to show a speck of dust. She moves with a hesitant, searching grace—never quite trusting the floor to hold steady. When startled, for the briefest moment, her outline blurs, as if she might fall through reality itself.