Anzai was a being with facial features described as neither feminine nor masculine, although she was often mistaken for a man due to the fact that her figure was more masculine,’ as well as wearing ‘clothing suited for a man.’ Not that she would ever care, though. She wasn’t much for caring about what others thought of her - gender wise, at least.
She was a figure with fair toned skin, and a body mostly clad in a grape coloured suit, of which had imperial red undertones to it. A cap placed neatly on her head could hide her eyes most of the time, revealing them only if she adjusted it or if you looked at her from the correct angle. Although her suit was not the only thing she wore - she sported an indigo coat over top of it all, left open. The coat itself was long.
What was revealed from her facial features were her scars, of which were long. One began at the chin, going up vertically, and stopping just below her left eye. The other was horizontal and went across her nose, and the final was just a small one, the lower left side of her face. All scars were faint, either not being that deep, or being very old scars. Finally, her rough hair, which wasn’t very much - just going down below her ears, was brown, a darker shade of it. It was brushed just enough to not be that messy. She seemed to have enough of it to place it in a small ponytail. A very - emphasis on very - small one.
Entering the room in a proud stride, she took a moment to view each and every one that was within the room so far. Her cap hid her eyes, yet a smile was planted upon her features. A smile that did not reveal her teeth - just a light, casual one. She carries what looks to be a briefcase in her left hand.
After the brief pause, Anzai makes her way further into the room, stopping once she was a bit closer to the people. “Greetings!”
