Her skin is an eerily pale, almost porcelain-like in quality and slightly translucent. Her veins, dark lines just beneath the surface, barely moving with  vile, thick, black ichor that acts as her blood. Mascara streaks run over her cheeks, burned into her white skin, giving the appearance of permanent tears, and her lips cold and black, yet somehow luscious. Her body lacks natural heat, unpleasantly cool to the touch, her eyes both somehow whiter and greener, radiating with a strange twisted green light that was the energy fueling her body. An unhealing wound slashed across her neck, outlined by black edges, pulsating with a strange, unsettling green light mixed inside the injury. Despite the opening in her throat, she could speak, her voice coming from somewhere deep inside her -  her mouth making the motions but no longer needing air, or a voice box, to do so.

There were two layers to the elaborate collar she wore. The first one was a thick, silk choker wrapped around the wearer's neck... an observant eye might sometimes swear it noticed that silk -crawling- around the dainty neck it was wrapped around. The second layer was a thick metal band, fashioned, it seemed, from silver, but much more resistant; most likely the famous dwarven mithril. There were many dark, strange runes written in the language of Arabia and Enochrunes carved into the metal band, enchanting it with strange energies, ready to be unleashed on command. From the front of the collar, a  small metal ring hanged. Above it, on the metal plate, there were etched four letters - DOLL. Sometimes the collar changed shape, to better fit the clothes the slave bound to it was wearing.

Although she is very clearly a slave, and undead, her eyes light up with genuine warmth, and joy when she's with her Master.