She is a fiendish viscanti and stands at an unassuming four feet and ten inches of height, her skin fair and free of blemish, as though kept away from the light of the sun. Her eyes seem just a little too large for her head, and the purple colour of her irises are brought out by the jet-black bangs that have a habit of falling over them. The rest of her hair is long and wavy, cascading down to the small of her back like a silken waterfall and tied in a thick tail by a single, pink ribbon drawn into a bow. She is slight of frame but holds herself with all the grace of a young noblewoman, only occasionally caught slouching or staring dreamily into the distance. A soft smile occasionally touches her peach lips, and when they part her incisors and bicuspids reveal the beginnings of sharpness, as though she is growing into her fangs. She holds a twisted geomancer's staff crowned with lapis lazuli loosely, letting her arm dangle at her side as if it were no more than a walking stick. She is wearing a diaphanous cloak of black Delportian lace over a soft white sundress which is paired with knee-high leather riding boots of the same frigid colour. A red masque rests atop her head, coifed to the side like some strange fascinator, though it is unclear what it is meant to hide as it glares angrily to whatever is above her and to her left.