Her Mask is a young woman, tan of skin and dark of hair, whose hair always seems to be just a bit flyblown and whose eyes are a fierce and vibrant green. She laughs often and smiles more, and if there's a sense that the joy is forced, it is no less pleasant to hear for it. She keeps her nails painted, always.

The Mien beneath shows something substantially more alien. A skeletally thin body is barely contained by bronze-colored skin that gleams in the light of the sparking emerald lighting that flares and dances among her dark hair and spreads from her shoulders in static-arc wings of green. Her eyes glow green, and her long nails are still exquisitely painted, creating an almost surreal impression of mundane vanity. The air around her stirs with the scent of storms and fallen leaves, betraying immediately her Autumn nature - if the scattering leaves that fall around her didn't do it already.