This feminine being is tall and lean, carrying herself through the world on fleet foot, possessed of an otherworldly grace that gave the impression that gravity were merely a suggestion.

Wrapped in vestments that toe the line between a frivolous circus performer and a dark priest of a forgotten god, with greatcoat billowing and bells jingling with obscene cheer. She wears an ornate mask whose expression is never the same each time you look at it - ranging from an implacable blank stare, to a devilish, razor-toothed grin. Head to toe and under her clothing she is encased in a tight black suit that hugs her flesh tight and hides every inch of it. To top it all off, an impressive crest sprouted from her hood - with black, white, green and purple plumes that run the length down to her lower back, transitioning from mohawk to braid.

When her mask and crest is removed, the skin-tight suit vanishes, revealing pallid skin and a head of black hair beneath. Her features; a marriage of elven, fey-like grace and raptor-like intent. Ice blue iris in pitch black pools flit and stare wide and eagle-eyed. Her visage is painted black and white with designs befitting of a jester, and her grin is filled with metal fangs.