Nimrala moves with a soft, almost hypnotic grace that belies the twitchy alertness behind her deep-set eyes. Her fur is a velvety dark charcoal, mottled with streaks of silver like storm clouds at twilight. A slender frame wrapped in flowing charcoal robes pierced by threadbare patches of deep violet silk appears both regal and worn. Her long rabbit ears are tipped with unusual pale blue coloration, which occasionally twitch independently — a subtle sign of her connection to otherworldly forces. Contrasting with her shadowed motif, her left palm glows faintly with faint red sigils that flicker in and out of sight when she speaks. Her smile is warm but enigmatic, revealing two tiny sharp incisors that catch the dim light unexpectedly.