A rather extremely large raven that wears a silver bracelet on its left ankle. Once a wizard's creation, she's outlived and suffered a long life. Moving carefully through man's land as close to a woman in appearance while still retaining that corvid connection. Her head lifts as she looks around her, heavy-lidded while studying her surroundings with an inky black gaze. Under the shock of black curls that look nearly blue at times frames a thin face, square yet delicate, and the long slender nose shadows her full lips, pale grey lips that part gently with a drawn breath. She looks elven almost and her jawline is chiseled before, with a toss of her head, clears away some curls to show a dusting of black feathers growing from her fair ivory flesh. A long swan neck graces thin shoulders that are caressed by those very curls that continue past and fall in the small of her back in a wild mass and look close enough perhaps one can see more feathers sprouting from her hair, nearly masked by the color.

She is not thin but wiry, standing at least 65 inches in height (5' 5") with long limbs wearing a sleeveless tunic dress that looks to predate the Baroque period, a dress that matches the sapphire skies of nightfall with an edging of silver threads stitched into ivy vines. At her waist hangs low a girdle of silver as well, the belted end extending down in carefully engraved plated that shows each a bird in flight, each predatory.

The dress has been worked and customized to appease her body's shape, the back is done in such a way that three-tiered panels will allow for one to be removed later for tailfeathers.