Nimba Reynolds is a broad-shouldered Aasimar woman with the hard, practiced physique of a recruit who drills before dawn and hauls mail after dusk. Her medium-length auburn hair is usually braided back in a rough soldier's plait, though wisps escape around her temples and stick to her brow when she sweats. Her brown eyes are warm and alert, but they flash with almost painful sincerity when something stirs her conscience. She wears 12th century cerulean blue and black scaled armor that has been carefully oiled, then patched in several places with mismatched steel scales from older kits. The surprising contradiction is that despite the severity of her armor, she keeps a faded ribbon of embroidered lace tied beneath one pauldron as a keepsake from home. Her skin has a faint honey-gold undertone that seems to brighten in lamplight, and when she moves she does so with a restless, buoyant energy, like a woman trying not to spill the thoughts crowding her mouth.