Once a clone.
Now she's just herself.
Maro wears a gentleman's costume. White blouse, soft and loose, open until it reaches her belt. Her belt, as well as her pants, are black, and lend the look of lean-ness to her. Her feet are bare and tread only on hard stone. She wears an opera cape, a short half-cape that drapes more over one shoulder than the other.
On her face she wears a quarter mask. It covers the right half of her face from the upper lip to the hairline, and it is a beautiful shade of cream, and matches her pale blue-white skin wonderfully. It frames a diamond-clear sapphire-blue eye. The eye her mask does not cover is a glimmering moon-yellow.
Her hair is long, curly, somewhat unruly, and ebony. It hangs around her shoulders in locks and tousles. It matches the gleaming black of her wings, which are feathered and shaped like a raven's. Despite their shape, they are ungodly massive, and seem like they should crush their own bones.
The details are vague at present.
Maro came out when I'd just watched Phantom of the Opera.
Since then, she's changed a lot, melodies and songs altering themselves constantly, though not enough to change her.
Recently, another song changed her, made her realize what she's missing.
And another song will put her right again, if it can ever be found.