Miriam Baker is a powerfully built hobgoblin with grey-green skin stretched over dense muscle and a body that looks forged more than born. Her small tusks curve just enough to catch on her lower lip when she grins, giving her smile a wolfish, almost affectionate menace. One eye is a cruel serpent-yellow, bright and watchful, while the other is violet and ringed with old scar tissue that puckers the flesh around it, as if she once stared too long into fire or claw. Her green pixie-cut hair is chopped close and usually bristling with dust, sweat, or battle ash. She moves with a tactician's economy, but there is a strange softness in the way she reaches for her wyvern, as if every harsh motion in her life ends in a careful touch. The contradiction is immediate and unforgettable: she wears a dirty vest and gargo pants like a road-battered outlaw, yet her wolf-fur and purple wyvern-scale armor is maintained with near-religious care, polished where it matters most. Her ears are pierced over and over with bone slivers and iron rings, and dog tags clink at her throat whenever she laughs or loads her weapon.