Female human, late 20s-early 30s, 5'4", dark short-cropped hair, grey eyes, medium build, severe burn scars on left face and left-upper torso.

Copperhead's alias suits her.  Not the sort of person you'd typically want to cozy up to even if you weren't put off by her appearance - and her appearance is rather hard to miss.  Her left ear is now mostly a misshapen blob and the rest of that side of her face isn't much better.  The left portion of her mouth functions but is partially frozen into a rictus grin that never reaches her eyes

When out in public, a low hat or hood, large-rimmed sunglasses and a respirator help her to avoid the inevitable stares and occasional finger pointing.  The rest of her ensemble is generally practical.  A combat vest or long-coat, well-worn combat boots, a predator on her hip, visible or not as befits the terrain.

She doesn't speak a lot, and when she does, it's with a voice that suggests a lifetime of cigarettes, though she doesn't smoke.  But though silent, she's
always clearly paying attention to what's going on and she has long ago learned how to communicate "frag off and die" without moving her lips.