M reflects no color, though she can perceive it just fine. Her clothes are always grey scale as well as is anything she can lift and carry, though once it leaves her person the colors return to whatever it may be. She moves like a normal person, but when she gets agitated or angry there is an odd effect around her, as if frames on a movie reel are skipping, and burn blotches appear. Though once she is calm again they disappear just as quickly.
She has a sculpted face, sharp cheek bones and dark lips that seldom smile, but when they do her entire face seems to glow. Her eyes, though often half lidded are never sleepy, and are always enticing and shaded. Her curly hair looks like platinum, reflecting the light that it catches with a faint glimmer.
Her proportions are ideal, and she has a tendency to wear clothes that accentuate but do not flaunt this fact. White dresses that hug her figure, drawing eyes along her bosom and down to her slender waist and lovely hips. Few men could take their eyes off her legs when she walked and her dresses were always cut to give a glimpse without giving too much away. Though when she spoke, thoughts of her body became secondary to her purr.
Her voice has an unmistakable German accent, a natural purr in her voice draws listeners closer. When she sings she takes their breath away. It is when she sings that she seems to come to life the most and she always smile. Even when she sings her most sad songs, she bares a melancholy smile that has broken hearts and made the strong cry.
