Unnamed agent

A young woman with old, unblinking eyes — an ash-born gravekeeper, wiry, all tendon and reach. Clad in verdigris bronze scale; unreadable water-worn grooves. Wearing a laurel of dead thorns; bearing a two-handed bell-hammer. Marked by thin smoke rising from the collar; it carries a ring of rusted keys at the hip. Wreathed in blooming hoarfrost, its colors rust red and bleached rope. Caught squared up, head tilted a fraction — hungry for the bell to ring. The mark rides the left side; its relic is tucked half-hidden, trimmed with a pair of knuckle-bones.