Short black hair cropped close at the nape and feathered at the temples, skin the color of diluted lavender that seems to shimmer faintly where light catches it, purple irises ringed by inky black sclera that make her gaze feel like being examined through a void. She wears a tailored armored longcoat of midnight leather and dark scale that clings to her hips, the inner breast area left deliberately open to show a single arc of rune-etched skin and a thin chain of infernal script resting at her sternum. Movement is feline and precise; when she laughs it is unexpectedly dry and distant. Contradictory element: despite the revealing cut at her chest she always covers her hands with fingerless gloves that hide long, fine scars running along the palms.