Lithe as a whip and strongly emanating the same sort of energy, this woman's head is mostly shaved; what hair is left along the center of her skull is long, and has been somehow been dyed a vivid purple. Her bare scalp is decorated with strange metallic traceries that glitter in the harsh sunlight, making her pale eyes look even harsher and more eerie.

Her default expression seems to waver between an unimpressed smirk and a dismissive sneer, depending on how well you're keeping up with her—something that's not easy to do, with her deceptive strength and tough attitude. Nothing seems to faze her, possibly because she looks like she's been through plenty already: Her bare shoulders and muscular arms are covered with nicks and scars of every description, as though she's spent most of her life in a series of violent fights.