Dusky skin and eyes of molten gold, an unsettling aura and an even worse smirk. The lithe body seems sinewy, flexible and muscled despite its frail appearance.
The voice is powerful and mildly cacophonous, you wouldn't know if you are speaking to an individual or an unholy amalgam of souls in a mortal shell. The terrifying mixture is rounded off by an angelic face, silky flowing tresses of hair, pure as the driven snow and a determined yet feminine gait oozing with preternatural confidence.