Wiry and endlessly in motion; a blur of limbs, clipped black hair with a single jagged purple streak that catches the light. Crimson skin with veins of gold that shimmer when she speaks, like hot metal under stress. Short, blunt horns filed smooth at the tips. Her left hand is painted with a broken chain symbol in flaking black paint. Leather sleeves scorched and crusted with old soot and salt. Her grin is wide and infectious, but sometimes it flickers into something too quick, too manic. She wears a patched leather jacket plastered with faction pins and a rope of knotted trinkets from the docks. Unexpectedly polite fingers: despite her loud manner she uses delicate, precise movements when untying knots or folding letters.