At twenty two years old, she stands at an impressive **5'11" (180 cm)**, her tall, slender frame giving her an almost intimidating presence despite her youthful appearance. She moves with effortless grace, every step lazy and unhurried, yet strangely elegant—as though she's constantly drifting through life with little regard for the world around her. Messy, chocolate-brown hair falls just past her shoulders, soft waves framing her pale face. Long, uneven bangs partially veil her warm amber eyes, which constantly flicker with amusement, calculation, and something far darker hidden beneath the surface. Her smile is easy to earn, but impossible to trust. Her skin is ghostly pale, making the white bandages wrapped around her body stand out even more. Thick bandages cover the right side of her face, obscuring one eye and disappearing beneath her hair. More bandages wrap snugly around her neck, both forearms, wrists, hands, and portions of her legs beneath her clothing. They're worn so naturally that they seem like a permanent part of her rather than something she can simply take off. A long sand coloured coat hangs loosely from her shoulders over a fitted white button-up shirt and a slim black bolo tie. A non white skirt layered over dark shorts allows easy movement during missions, paired with thigh-high black stockings and polished boots that barely make a sound as she walks. Despite her beauty, there's an unsettling quality about her. She laughs too easily in dangerous situations, speaks with unnerving calm, and always seems to know something no one else does. Her voice is soft and playful, often teasing those around her, yet every joke carries the unsettling possibility that she's entirely serious, she's also really possessive and obsessive.