A wiry woman appearing to be in her early to mid 20's. Her shaggy black hair falls to her shoulders and is pulled back in a rough,
utilitarian ponytail, bangs brushing over her forehead. Dark eyes gaze piercingly over a sharply pointed nose - most often stuck in
someone else's business. Nevara is generally in normal street clothes - dark jeans and a t-shirt, under a leather riding jacket - black, of
course. One might politely call her "slender", or honestly, rather flat-chested and scrawny, bony angles - she seems to be held together
with pipe-cleaners, caffeine, and moxie.
She is almost never seen without a messenger bag slung across her back, courier-style. Nevara's bag is littered with pins and things
pinned to it - a stray earring here, an interesting bottle cap there, and a thin silver chain looped about the strap.
Various necklace chains loop around and under her tee, holding mish-mash of symbols. A Celtic cross here, Ankh there, even a star of
David - interspersed with an Illuminati eye, a tiny metal robot and what appears to be a PAC-MAN ghost. A blue and black ring in the
symbol of an eye adorns her left hand, and a charm bracelet with a random assortment of bangles in various designs - brass, silver,
stainless, even plastic - rattles on her right wrist.
On wheels, she arrives on her third-or-fourth-hand scooter, a rattle-trap of a machine that coughs, sputters, and complains, yet gets
her where she needs to go.
On wings, Nevara is a large black bird with a nearly 5' wingspan, sleek glossy black feathers, grasping talons and and a heavy, slightly
curved bill.