Before you stands a young woman, fair of skin beyond pale, as if a vision of horror had once and forever drained all blood from her cheeks. Long flocks of raven hair frame features quite childish, but the depth of her gaze suggests a lifetime of horror experienced in a short time. Her eyes are striking, quite unsettling, though one has to focus to understand why: the left one is a deep brown, while the right one is a dark shade of green. Anyone from Cheliax will recognise it as a witchmark; anyone else will likely assume some sorcery at best, or plainly a mark of evil.

 She's just over five foot tall and light on her feet, though portly and a bit chubby in the face. Her smooth hands are perpetually covered in stains; dirt, ink or maybe blood, one cannot tell. She seems to be always handling products or items of questionable sources. Around her lingers a scent of herbs, ash, fungus and alchemy.

 If despite her brooding features, one still doubted her Cheliax origins, the outfit would complete the picture. While she is obviously dressed to tackle the wilderness, suit and gear look like they were crafted by expert hands with fabrics and leathers sourced on the finest markets. The lot seems to have known better days though; while they were once precious, they really are worn out rags.