The first feature of the woman before you is her skin.  It is unmistakably black.  Not the dark brown skin of those from the far south, but the black of charcoal primed for being lit.  Next is her hair, an ashy white as if it had once been as black as her charcoal skin, but lit on fire and now only the white ashes remain.  The hair is dried out and hangs heavy on her head.

Beyond that, she wears a beautifully styled chain shirt with some kind of studded black leather extremities, including her boots.  Behind her there is an odd bulky cloak covered in white, ashen feathers.