Standing at barely over five feet tall, Tegan keeps her black shoulder length hair out of her eyes with a black scally cap that weathered the bombs in much better condition than the skeleton she found it next to in an abandoned limousine on some forgotten highway.  She looks out at the world from behind a pair of small round framed blue sunglasses, her dark brown eyes almost constantly set in a suspicious half lidded stare, she's seen enough in the last decade to know better than to let her guard down.

Tegan wears a dark leather duster over multiple layers of baggy clothing, with a hunting rifle slung over her shoulder and a pistol on her hip.

*Actual equipment subject to change.