adventurer across the planes
This middle aged Illumian woman wears the best set of adventuring gear you’ve ever seen, with pockets upon pockets placed upon automatically camouflaging and practically cut sturdy clothing. Her sigils (‘magic-life’) are dimmed but visible, and looking at her with the detect magic spell is blinding.
BrainSquawker has spent so much time wandering the planes that the prime material plane seems as strange as anywhere else to her at this point. She stops by the prime more than anywhere else, though, in order to keep up correspondences, to resupply, and to report her unique findings and namings. Her adventuring party has had a steady rotation of new members besides herself as her fellows burn out, literally or otherwise.