Misha is currently undergoing both a transformation and an exploration, as she tries to find a form that suits her. When she arrived in the Mess, she looked as follows:
Misha is a hint of Araby, translated through Art Deco and pop culture to become a pre-packed bit of marketable product. She appears to be a genie girl, floating a few inches off of the ground and offering you an impish smile. Her well-proportioned figure is dressed in a traditional, genie-style outfit, with loose, silken pantaloons, a tight-fitting bikini-like top, and a vest which hangs overtop, decorated with arabesque designs done in gold thread. The clothes are a mix of warm, playful colors, from plum and cinnamon to peppermint, her billowy trousers a cream-soda pink. A long, orange silk scarf is tied to one wrist, swirling about with her movement. Light reflects off of the rings of metal around her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck, hoops of gold that add a tantalizing suggestion of wealth. She's not quite an ordinary genie, however. Her translucent skin, the color of coffee mixed with cream, is obviously latex, gleaming faintly in the light and offering a glimpse of complex arrangement of bubbling hoses and tubes within. Plastic containers within her thighs contain a variety of hot and cold beverages, from coffee to fizzing, carbonated sodas. Her fingertips are brass nozzles, connected to the drinks by an almost Art Deco-like arrangement of tubing that twists throughout her torso, which continually mixes and circulates the drinks to help keep them fresh. Accompanying this artificial genie are motes of light of various colors, that dance and circle about her... presumably under her control, for occasionally they spell out words in glowing, neon light, which quickly fades away to leave only an afterimage in your eyes. Her movements are fluid and graceful, like a dancer, or perhaps like a soap bubble floating on the air, moving about where the wind wills. Noticing your look, however, she pauses, before giving you a playful wink and extending a finger towards you in a beckoning gesture. Perhaps she's offering you a drink?
Since then, she has also become a rubber ball, and a balloon genie. Should she settle down to one relatively small locus of appearance, it will be described here.