Motley (Crüe) stood at 5'6” and was one lean, mean, reference making machine. She was draped in various layers and bundles of mismatched (yet stylish!) clothing, in mostly earthen tones. She donned various satchels and pouches upon her person, the various containers emitting the scents of someone who practiced traditional and herbal medicines. Bitter, strong (albeit not entirely unpleasant) smells that committed the olfactory equivalent of aggravated assault. Cloaked and veiled, she hid her face behind wraps and scarves like some sort of mobile recluse. Her eyes were visible however, and they were as white as the special snowflakes we all are.