Serapha has an elegant, fluid grace mimicking the ocean she once sailed. Her skin shimmers with a pearlescent sheen, like a seashell kissed by the sun, and is decorated with intricate blue and green tattoos, reminiscent of swirling sea currents. She moves with the unhurried confidence of someone accustomed to commanding both crews and rooms. Contradictorily, her hands, though delicate-looking, bear the rough callouses of one who has handled ropes and rigging most of her life.