An unknown newcomer to Chicago, there are occasional whispers of her name and glimpses of her in crowds but otherwise nobody has been able to pin down this presumed caitiff to make a proper introduction.

From a distance she looks like a mortal, indigenous woman of about 25, lithe and small in stature with copper-brown skin, dark eyes, and a handsomely beautiful face. Her heavy black hair is worn in elaborately woven braids sprinkled with glittering hairpins shaped to look like tiny flowers. Nerissa wears impeccably tailored bespoke clothing in fashion-forward, flowing lines cut from soft, sheer fabrics in shades of green, brown, and blue. Always present somewhere on her person is a brooch resembling a flowering vine, or maybe it is a fruit-bearing tree.