Quietly empathetic, cheerful, and at times sardonic, Satin Thoughts is a traveler of the Path of Suns and has felt the warmth of at least two upon her pale and bloodless skin. Her too long hair, no less pale, with eyes of red but otherwise human for all the suspicions of an aethyreal origin. A fact not helped by the seeming weightlessness with which she moves, the gravity of the places beneath the Indigo Sun seeming to have no grasp upon her and it lending a surreal grace as she moves. Her features, fine, sharp and deceptively young for the skill of her needlework and the adroitness of her fittings in her shop upon Baxter's Street.

It's in her smile that the little chills strike, the hints of sharp teeth teasing at the old animal instincts rooted in the low mind.

Her own attire is almost uniformly of her own making in design and featuring flowing, casual lines that seem to stir and shift with the slightest breeze to dance with a will of their own. Quiet chimes of captured music worked into the stitching along side the literal breath of the wind to only enhance the effect. Her work for those she gives her attention often suited to their personalities or some insight of character she takes away from their interviews and desires.