Clothing/Appearance: Soulcatcher has two basic options for appearance -- masked and not. When she's going masked, she looks like the Bittiest Sith: form-fitting black leather from head to toe, full-face mask, hood and cloak. "I'm a villain and I want you to know," the costume says. There is exactly one ornament on the costume, a silver skull brooch with rubies for eyes. It is enchanted.
When she takes off the mask and the cloak, she is a strikingly beautiful woman who looks to be in her early 20s, fair-skinned with black hair and blue eyes.
In either state, she is fairly short, probably not much more than 5' tall. She's slender, and in her leathers her curves are visible but subtle.
Habits/Mannerisms: sob
talks in stolen voices. She can cut that out if it's really important and she's not upset, but most of the time she doesn't bother. When she is upset, her voices will argue with each other whether or not you're part of the conversation too. Quite possibly she doesn't sleep. She doesn't eat except socially. She is capable of a crawling-in-your-skin lizard-brain-wants-to-flee terror aura, but generally isn't really trying, so while she may make people unsettled (especially people who ping on things that ought to be dead but aren't) it's usually pretty subtle.
She defaults to a fair bit of personal space (arm's length at least, possibly arm's length + a decent-sized blade), because she's spent a lot of time being a military commander and maintaining distance from people both physically and socially. She...does make exceptions to this for the men she's decided to take an interest in, but generally she is not the touchy-feely type. Draping is not recommended and could have dangerous side effects.
Current Residence: none. sometimes she lurks in quiet corners of the library when she wants to be left alone. sometimes she'll do likewise in Graham's underground cabin.
Daily Schedule: ahahahaa so bad at routines. haunts the library. terrorizes camp fauna. stalks people. is easily distracted by things.
Favorite Haunts: library, woods, lakeside, five hundred yards away from whoever she's interested in today, unconfined spaces.
Bed Making: ... ... ... It's...probably been centuries since she was last in a bed.