She is slender and graceful, her movements fluid as moonlight. Her silver hair is often tied in a braid wrapped with tiny charms — each one a memento of a mission or a man she’s lost. Her eyes are pale green, like spring seen through frost. Her clothes blend elegance and lethality: lightweight armor hidden beneath flowing scarves and a cloak that flickers between shadow and starlight.

She wears a ring on a silver chain around her neck — not on her finger — the ring of Geraldo, her husband. The metal glows faintly when he’s nearby, as if reacting to the fabric of their mismatched timelines.

 She is calm and intelligent, her voice carrying a warmth that contrasts with her sharp profession. She’s driven by purpose — loyal to her mission — but underneath that resolve lies a woman haunted by promises and memories.

When she speaks of Geraldo, it’s with that quiet smile of someone who’s seen lifetimes pass since she last said his name aloud. She hides pain behind humor, often saying things like,