A young Mohawk woman in her early twenties with warm brown skin, a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and striking golden-amber eyes that rarely miss anything. Her dark brown hair is worn in two long, thick braids that fall over her shoulders, with a few loose strands framing her face and a small white feather tied near the top. She has a lean, athletic build from years of running through forests and climbing colonial rooftops—strong shoulders, defined arms, and the quiet physical confidence of someone who has survived far more than her age should allow.

She wears a modified Assassin’s hood and robes adapted for a woman’s frame: a cream-colored hooded coat with blue accents, a white lace-up shirt, a blue sash, leather bracers, and a long sash that holds her hidden blade. A soft cream cloak drapes over one shoulder. Despite the practical gear, there is an almost unfair softness to her features—high cheekbones, full lips that rarely smile, and an expression that can shift from calm observation to quiet intensity in a heartbeat.

She is the daughter of Haytham Kenway and Kaniehtí:io, raised among the Kanien'kehá:ka after her village was attacked. She joined the Assassin Brotherhood to protect her people and fight the Templars who threatened the freedom of the colonies. Soft-spoken but never weak. Polite but never submissive. She carries the weight of two worlds on her shoulders and somehow still manages to look like the kind of person people want to protect... which only irritates her more.