A veil of black obscures Nev's face, a blindfold merging into a glowing mask that whispers of secrets. Beneath it, a wolf-cut mane of jet brown hair frames eyes that could hold galaxies, or perhaps bottomless pits. Her attire echoes the darkness – a black shirt, fingerless gloves, and cargo pants bulging with tools for a trade that dances with danger. A stained bandage on her arm hints at battles fought, scars etched not just on flesh, but on her soul.