Nissina 'Nizzy' Van Wyck is a slender tiefling with ember-red skin that seems darker at the joints, as though soot has settled into the seams of her body. Her horns sweep back in a pair of elegant, asymmetrical curves, one nicked at the tip from a long-ago stage accident. She moves like a practiced performer even at rest, with a dancer's soft wrists and a habit of turning her head as if always listening for a cue. Her face is usually concealed behind a lacquered masque that can shift shape and pattern at will, sometimes appearing as mother-of-pearl, sometimes as black velvet, sometimes as a carnival fox face with a single silver tear. The mask hides a web of burn scars that pull faintly at one cheek and across the bridge of her nose, but the contradiction that makes her unforgettable is the way she pairs that severe elegance with absurdly delicate lace gloves, as if she refuses to let tragedy bully her into plainness.