Race:    Human (Mutant)                         Age:     Late teens.... probably
Height:  4'6" (1.37m)                           Weight:  Approximately 91 lbs (42 kg)
Eyes:    Violet w/a bluish glow                 Skin:    Pale greyish-blue
Hair:    Graphite Black (long-ish & straight, often tied back)

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Waif-ish, probably best describes Azhanti's physical appearance.  Unimposing is another.  The diminutive brunette isn't very strong, graceful, or physically gifted; and she appears to about the size and age of young girl - or one that stopped growing in her early teens.  She has filled out a little, but is still incredibly thin.  But she carries herself as one who has had more than her fair share of experiences.  She is barely over four and a half feet tall, and can't weigh more than seven or seven and a half stone.  Pale and gaunt by pretty much any standard, she still has some rather captivating eyes, behind which you can see embers of personality flicker and flit.

Her skin is greyish-blue, and a touch translucent; just below the surface can be some bioluminescence coursing through her veins.  Other lightly glowing structures scaffold her musculature in complex patterns that lay subdermal in overlapping layers.  Her hair is a sooty, black with a carbonized, graphite sheen to it; it also has a tendency to glow when she exercises her powers with the glow being the same color found under her skin.  Her eyes are a pale violet and they tend to glow with the same color as her hair and skin when she exercises her powers.  Lastly, her voice has a strange echo or after effect to it, it resonates in a high and a low register - which makes it easy for her to self-harmonize, but its exotic timbre (especially from one so slight of frame) just adds to her overall strangeness.

Azhanti can often be found humming to herself.  And sometimes mumbling under her breath.  Probably a sign that she's spent a lot of time alone.

She carries most (if not all) of her worldly possessions with her a small hard-shelled backpack of ancient make.  Everything is generally meticulously folded and ordered within.  A small, thin blade is held in a sheath tucked into her belt at the small of her back, while a crossbow is lashed to over top of her back pack.  Often, a wide-brimmed hat adorns her head to keep the sun out of her eyes and her unruly hair in check.