Amelia Marivell
Amelia Marivell is the scion of a rich and successful dynasty, established within the heartlands of the Imperium itself. Even her unfortunate fate to serve as one of the psychic messengers of the galaxy is something she has taken up as a point of pride--rather than the shame that the more unfortunate experience when they lack the training to control their abilities.
A beautiful young woman--if a little on the petite side--she has the grooming and gait expected from the peak of society. Her most noteworthy feature however is her nearly knee-length black hair--something that proves to be a significant trial to keep glossy, clean, and straight--but she takes it as something of a meditative exercise to handle. Her eyes--if she would ever remove the fine blindfold that symbolizes her role in society--are a cold blue shade--though one would quickly identify the lack of light carried within the vestigal organs and likely ask her to put the blindfold back on.
While her appearance is well kept, her attire is a step more practical--a high collared bodyglove of fine make, with subtle attachment points for thicker armor plating visible on closer examination. At her waist are holstered a masterwork rapier, forged using secret techniques of the masters to allow it to seek the finest gaps in even the most modern armor--and a handcrafted stub automatic that she'll generally only wave around on occasion when people can't recognize her utter lack of ability in using the silly thing. While capable and able to don finer clothing, she's far too married to her job to spend too much time partying or connecting--and anyway, she's self-aware enough to know that inviting a Psyker to any proper get-together is a bit gauche.