Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright, centered — Vicky Walker, a determined twenty-one-year-old woman. Oval face with fair, lightly flushed skin, bright sky-blue eyes, delicate straight nose and full lips set in a brave, resolute expression. Long dark chestnut-brown hair falling past her shoulders with a soft side-part, a few loose strands across her cheek. Slim athletic build, average height. Behind her back spread a pair of large soft grey feathered wings — the mark of the Unclaimed, neither angelic white nor demonic black. She wears a simple fitted cream top, a dark jacket, slim grey trousers and worn lace-up ankle boots. One hand rests at her side, the other half-raised, chin lifted confidently. Setting: a dim misty academy courtyard at twilight, faint drifting fog around her boots.
