Saya Kemmochi/Description
An extremely petite Japanese woman with cotton candy pink hair, a ready smile, cold eyes, and a right arm that ends above where her elbow once was. She walks with a distinct limp that belies the grace she also clearly has.
Saya is a woman who became a sword, and then became a woman again after her blade was broken. The process of her making and unmaking didn't result in a woman shaped like a sword, precisely, but the signs of what she used to be are there in the blade-turned-woman, for those who know what they're looking at.
For example, while most of her is made of steel, from her lone remaining arm to her face and her torso, her eyes are a pair of rubies the color of fresh blood, which glitter almost radiantly in even the lowest light. The length of her arm is marked by the wavering line of a hamon, the tempering line along the blade of a katana, though it's also shot through with the fine lines of cracks formed from her breaking, while her legs are covered in pale, pebbled rayskin wrapped in a traditional tsukamaki — handle wrapping — pattern of silk in a violet so dark it's nearly black. That wrapping ends at bands of shakudo, an alloy of copper and gold, that ring the tops of her thighs, decorated with embellishments that change from one day to the next. The result is that her legs look like she's wearing particularly elaborate thigh-highs of some sort, though all of it is in actuality a part of her. Around her throat is the habaki, or collar, of her original blade-self, which is the same shakudo material as the rings around her thighs.
Along any of the steel surfaces of her, the parts that used to be her blade, there can often be seen faint moving images, difficult to make out without close inspection. That kind of inspection almost invariably finds glimpses of scenes of horrific abstraction, like bizarre nightmares drawn straight out of unsettled minds have been captured within her.
A backdrop of a spray of glittering stars when in darkness; falling blood-red maple leaves that land amidst a scattering of chrysanthemum blooms; and the distant sound of thunder and torrential downpour.