Her skin gleams like polished obsidian under flickering torchlight, braids of raven hair twisted with iron rings cascading to her waist. Eyes burn with subterranean fire, narrow and unyielding, framed by a face etched with faint scars from deep-earth labors. Sturdy frame wrapped in threadbare wool, callused hands clutch a miner's pick, feet planted firm on cavern stone.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).