Lyra Seth is a lean, athletic woman built for endurance rather than spectacle. She stands with her weight slightly forward on the balls of her feet, as if every conversation might become a drill command or a rescue attempt. Her wind-whipped black hair is cut unevenly at the jaw and constantly escapes its brass academy clasp. Sharp green eyes track exits, hands, and footing before settling on a speaker. Her face is young, sun-browned, and expressive, with a faint dimple that appears at completely inappropriate moments. Her plate armor is practical and heavily scuffed, its blue-white Zenith academy insignia polished only where countless recruits have touched it for luck. Thin telekinetic motes sometimes lift dust around her boots when she is angry. Despite her severe military bearing, she wears a tiny embroidered moth inside her collar, a delicate and almost childish detail visible only when she removes her gorget.