An waifish girl with paper pale skin and long, shadowy tresses.
Eyes of smoke often carry the impression that she doesn't quite
want to be here in this moment, no matter where here happens to be.

Her clothes and equipment are austere and unadorned, the minimum
one needs to scrape by in life on Esshar. A black satchel swings
loose at her hip, the strap wrapped around her shoulder tethered.

What's she gonna do with her life?