This woman seems a combination of human and construct, as much cold, brutal iron as warm flesh and blood.  Her body is strong and athletic, with bulky shoulders, soft skinned but thickly muscled arms, and incredibly broad hips giving way to strong, powerful thighs. Her legs, from the knee down, have been replaced by prosthesis; bolted to piecemeal remnants of some machine. Her new mechanical limbs crafted like the hind legs of a horse, ending in broad, metal hooves for feet. Her arms are similarly treated, with scalloped iron shoulderpads and huge gauntlets bound over her forearms; although her soft hands are untouched, remaining human.

Her face is surprisingly innocent and comely. She cannot be over twenty years old. Her jawline is delicate and gently rounded, her cheeks soft to the touch, her skin a pure, cream white. Her full lips are painted dark blue as if touched by frost. And her almond-shaped eyes are large, pleasantly innofensive in their leaf green color, and touched by alluring, long, dark lashes.

Although she wears loose-fitting clothes a clear bulge, two inches thick, often runs down her thigh; brushing the material in a heavy sway when she walks.