Seris moves with a catlike grace, every step purposeful yet fluid, as if weighing an invisible scale underfoot. Her skin is pale, nearly translucent in softer light, a contrast to the soot-dark stains on her fingers from constantly working lock mechanisms. Her black hair is cropped unevenly on one side, almost boyish, but the other side falls in a long, glossy curtain speckled with silver strands, revealing her habit of absentmindedly twirling it when nervous or calculating. Her eyes are a piercing stormy grey, sharp and observant, but they frequently dart away quickly to avoid lingering contact. Unexpectedly, her slender frame is adorned with a collection of delicate silver rings, some etched with arcane runes, clinking softly whenever she moves, an oddity for a thief who prizes silence.