Madam Levine has onyx black skin, a distinct lack of body hair, and quicksilver eyes that take up far too much room on her face.  Her lips are almost indiscernible, thin and a matching color and hue to the rest of her skin.  The inky blackness covers the lines of the gaping and fanged maws that rest in the palm of each of her hands, a secret she never shows to outsiders.  She often taps her fingertips together in a quiet rhythm.  She tends to favor robes of brilliant silver embroidery, highlighting the darkness that is her skin, and setting her to gleaming in the light. Her voice tinkles like bells, each word almost a song in and of itself.