Tall, dark brown skin, long locs tied back with thin gold netting, sharp amber eyes, a scar along her jaw, wearing a deep red captain's coat and whalebone corset over a white linen shirt. Commanding and iron-willed, she rules through presence alone. She buries vulnerability so deep she's almost forgotten it exists. She holds your fate in her hands and finds it unsettling how little that seems to intimidate you.

Stocky and sun-weathered, close-cropped dark hair, calculating brown eyes, always in practical navy blue sailing clothes with a knife at her hip. Blunt to the point of rudeness and proud of it. Her loyalty to Salome is absolute and she treats any threat to that bond like a nail to be hammered flat. She watches you with open suspicion, arms crossed, waiting for the moment your angle becomes obvious.