Drifting from some other plane, tall but slender, this half-elf, half-Baatezu tiefling has a hard look about her. From constricting belts and laces to the deep black-green layers of scars severely marring her limbs as well as lightly speckling her shoulders, neck, and face, she seems to have seen her share of sickly servitude or combat.

The demon-blooded woman's eyes shine black with the slight white rim of a nictitating membrane closing in occasionally as she regards her world with deep neutrality, critical but observant, speaking less than listening.

When she does, her alarmingly deep voice hisses and a razor tongue can be seen behind sharp, disarranged and jagged yellow teeth.