Alvi is a slender lady in her early thirties, petite and nimble like a mischievous weasel. She’s got a cute little cherry-shaped ass that nicely balances the lovely grapefruits hanging proudly on her chest. A blazing cascade of red hair frames her narrow face like a fiery mantilla.

Her long, slightly upturned nose sits between large, sparkling hazel eyes topped with nicely arched eyebrows. Below that, a small mouth with plump, juicy lips often flashes her tiny white teeth - the teeth of a proper salad-eater. She's usually smiling and expressive, though quite often tired, like she’s been up to no good… or studying too hard. She exudes a delicate but unmistakable aroma - musky and sulphurous like warm embers, softened by a sweet touch of violet that clings to her fair skin.

Alvi is expressive, smiley, and a bit of a clumsy mess, her gestures are often hasty and imprecise. Despite having a seriously sharp theoretical mind, she’s famous for having found herself fired by every single tutor she’s ever had.

This fiery little mage has earned herself the delicious nickname "Fire Lady Alvi", a cheeky play on her flaming red hair and her rather sulphurous reputation.