A slender changeling with stark white skin that looks almost porcelain until the light catches its faintly translucent undertone, revealing the suggestion of moving veins like pale silver ink beneath ice. Silver-white undercut hair falls in a clean, deliberate sweep over one side of the head, while the other side is cropped close enough to show the scalp's faint pearl sheen. The face is largely featureless, with enormous blank white eyes framed by dark rings, a nose so slight it seems more remembered than present, and a mouth that appears too carefully made, as if copied from a mask by someone who had only heard about smiles. They move with a dancer's precision but never fully commit to a step, as if listening to music only they can hear. Their most unexpected feature is a scattering of tiny burn scars across one wrist, rough and brown against the immaculate skin, a reminder that perfection was once painfully earned.