Carol doesn't look so strange. Well, okay, she does. Just over six foot tall, blessed with a modest chest and covered in sinuous muscles, she can be described as slender at best and gangly at worst. Her head is covered in short, wild white hair with a single feather of black and gold braided into it. Exceptionally pale skin is almost silver and covered with countless scars, including a claw mark raking across her sharp and angular face. Then there are her eyes, narrow, leaf green and analytically staring at every last detail she sees.
There is nothing attractive about her. Her appearance is better described as shocking, weird and bizarre. Yet the strangest thing about her has to be the golden veins that flow beneath her skin, glowing and gently throbbing.