Serriah is a striking changeling with stark white skin that looks almost porcelain in daylight and faintly luminous in moonlight, as if it remembers being polished. Their hair is a silver-white undercut, shaved close on one side and left longer on top to fall in soft, deliberate sheets that they constantly tuck back with two fingers. Their face is largely featureless at a glance, with blank white eyes ringed in dark shadow, a subtle nearly absent nose, and a mouth that seems too expressive for the rest of them, curving from sly amusement to cold stillness in an instant. They present as more feminine most days, though their body shifts with changeling ease and they are equally unbothered by the fact that they have male anatomy, as if contradiction itself is part of their art. Their breasts are full and sculpted-looking, not quite natural in silhouette, and they often wear a plain t-shirt and jeans with the careless confidence of someone who knows a simple outfit can become unforgettable when the face wearing it refuses to be read. They move like a person accustomed to cameras and crowded rooms, turning their chin by degrees, pausing as if waiting for a shutter that no one else can hear, then moving with sudden, boxer-fast precision.