Hello darkness, my old friend...

Soft of step, with silent footfalls that seem almost ghostly, this young-looking woman wanders this brave new world anew.

Like seeds left when she was sleeping, her eyes are perpetually stabbed by a neon light, aglow with colours as manyfold and different as the colours of limbo itself. Amidst that colourful hurricane, however, are twin pools of swirling red and black, a fiery, abyssal vortex leaving a stain upon her essence.

In the naked light, one can sometimes see her hair next, a chaotic mess of various shades of blue and black, with a few red strains within. The exact pattern tends to change at irregular intervals, as does her hairstyle itself, but one thing it never is on its own is 'neat'.

Her lips are often seen moving, speaking to people without listening, as well as her pointy ears perking at random, to listen to people without speaking to them. When they part to a rare smile, the fangs she sports are easily noticable, but so are the irregularly blunt and sharp teeth, as she possesses no true molars or similar.

Like a Neon goddess she made, her clothing tends to be a stark contrast of bright to dark, parts shining out in the din of poorly-lit alleys and caverns, while others seem to blend in with the very same.

Last but not least, her movements verge from graceful and purposeful, to hopelessly erratic, when she forgets to properly use her limbs in coordination on this strange, material plane.

Reds: If something really bugs me, I'll let you know.
Yellows: Don't eat the snow.
Greens: I'll be level with you: I pretty much don't care what it is as long as it's fun for everyone involved.