According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

The dark haired woman before you gazes about with blue, inquisitive eyes, the rest of her features obscured behind a mask. Small, catlike ears rest atop her head, flicking this way and that toward whatever sounds might catch her interest. She dresses in conservative garments, or what one might consider conservative for this realm - flattering, efficient, but not unduly revealing.

The individual bears a small cirular pin - A fist upon a white background, wreathed in a black gauntlet, raised skyward. Beams of light radiate outward from between its clenched fingers.