Zara is unremarkable - a teenager somewhere in the "awkward doe" phase, all gangly limbs and self-consciousness. Her dark hair tends to fall in her face, and she keeps her eyes cast down. Those who catch a direct gaze might be surprised at their intense black irises, which almost seem to flicker with phantasmal flame. She dresses conservatively - cardigans, lace-trimmed blouses - and is fond of grey. She is rather soft-spoken, with a hint of an accent.