Before you stands a slender young girl who looks not unlike a pine marten. She stands a mere three feet tall, fully covered in rich brown fur but for a bright cream-coloured patch on her throat. She watches you warily through pitch black eyes set into a face of sharp, angular features. Her nose protrudes sharply forward and her ears poke up and back, swivelling to catch the sounds about her. Gathered close against her sides (if one looks closely) can be made out the folds of fragile-appearing gliding membranes. An oily black paste has been smeared in thin lines and symbols through the fur beneath her eyes, and hilited by small dots of a bright orange.
Her form is currently clad in small, loose-fitting articles of leather that don't restrict her freedom of motion.