Her hair gleams resonant like a sooted spessartite garnet and her eyes are as empyreal as beryl in mud. Standing only five or six inches longer than an average human colon, she has nothing short of a pungent and vulgar disposition. Her voice, if you're met with the ultimate pleasure of receiving it, is low-pitched, guttural, and accented in a way that must've developed somewhere too far or cold for anyone to bother to visit. Among the many contortions that frequent her face is a ghoulish grin. She's very often fidgety.