Medieval Sorceress Ember Blackthorn stands at average height, but there's nothing average about her presence. Her hair falls in untamed copper waves past her shoulders, occasionally seeming to spark and flicker like living flame when she works her magic. A network of faint, silvery scars traces her hands – testament to early magical experiments gone awry. Her emerald eyes hold an unsettling wisdom that belies her youth, though laugh lines at their corners reveal a mischievous spirit. She favors practical, dark clothing adorned with dozens of hidden pockets, each containing components for her spells: dried herbs, crystals, and various curiosities collected during her travels. Despite her considerable power, she still carries herself with the slight awkwardness of someone who spent more time studying ancient tomes than socializing in her teenage years. She has a habit of absently twirling strands of her hair while deep in thought, leaving small trails of magical sparkles in the air that fade like dying embers.