Exousia can be like the ominous lift of a well-kept bone cleaver: gleaming, sharp, and either your swiftest benefactor or your most sudden detriment. She is a fastidious silvershadow, a cloaked dagger, a streamlined build complimented by elongated features and a harefooted stride. She has a short but dense coat, colored with steely shades of greysmoke and meticulously groomed. Her eyes are tepid wells of drenched sandlewood, revealing little other than intense scrutiny, and her speech is moderately accented. Though middling in all aspects, Exousia candidly wields the arrestive bearing of a creature twice her size and age.