Dappled in shades ranging from chalk white to the silver-grey coloration in her eyes, what stands before you is a tantalizingly feminine Teraphim woman, with the curves to match it. Snow white locks frame delicate and exquisite features, spilling from her crown, cascading down pale and unblemished shoulders. Among those whom she knows well, her persona is bubbly, inviting and physical; while to others she comes across as almost alien in her approach, dismissive of societal preconceptions towards what may or may not be 'proper'.

Carrying an ever present innocent joy, they can be often marked as fiddling with gemstones or crystals of many shapes and sizes, though typically they are shaped unnaturally, as if made to an chaotic standard. An ethereal white cloak can sometimes be seen adorning her shoulders, the traditional cloak of the elite within Myllenoris, the Mistseers, the cloth itself is a weave of spectral thread and as such, those attuned to such things can feel and see the spirits of beyond lingering around the pale woman.

There also seems to be a spider following her around, around the size of a housecat. Inquisitive, but mostly harmless.