Crowned with horns of basalt, clad in carapace of obsidian, the Lady Black is followed by a persistent buzz that plays havoc with one's sense of safety even as her voice brushes like velvet across the mind. A woman of seemingly infinite connections and secrets, it comes as little shock that she also holds some sway among the Order of Goetica as a practicing summoner of no small accomplishment.

Her features, nominally, are still human and classically beautiful but every inch of the flesh one expects has long since been shaped and re-shaped to dove-tail with unsettling precision into something insect-like and distinctly other than human. Her eyes a multitude of lens of crimson and yellow alight with some inner fire. Her waist too narrow as it rolls into hips and her legs seeming to taper off into digitigrade limbs that are a bizarre hybrid of the legs of wasp, human, and some feline like mammal. Across the breadth of her shoulder blades one more evidence of work of the Changeries in the form of almost literal honey combs burrowing into the sleek expanse of interlocking chitin. Each hand nothing but obsidian carapace and tapering into points almost like the stingers of some vicious insect.