Mercy is not well known outside of the Anarchs and even then she barely is a blip on anyone's radar. Seemingly content to confine herself to a couple city blocks she has displayed no interest in being part of the greater Kindred society.

Mercy is not a tall woman, standing just over five feet, and well-rounded in the shaped-like-a-pear sense of the term. Her mixed Afro-Latina heritage has graced her with dark skin that has not yet started to go ashy with age or undeath and, given the thinness of her blood, it might not ever. Her eyes are a startlingly vivid green. She wears her long black hair in neat box braids that she frequently
draws back into a loose tail or up into a bun or decorates with beads, cording, and occasional colorful streaks. Mercy favors comfortable, everyday clothes the vast majority of the time. She has a vast collection of smart “office casual” clothes she breaks out when she needs to present a picture of reasonable authority among younger licks still susceptible to such presentation and to the people of her neighborhood. She owns one bespoke tailored suit she got when she regularly attended (legal) court proceedings that she can and will break out in the event that she’s ever summoned to a Kindred social or political function.