She looks, for the most part, elven. Quite young as well, were it not for the cynical glimmer within her alien eyes. Tall and graceful enough in bearing, manners and composure. Her heart-shaped face, flat nose and plump lips lending a pleasant image to sight, her expression waving often enough between serious and sardonic, analytical and smug - and the tone of her light, melodious voice often follows suit.

Her frame is a touch too curvy for elvenkind. Heavier breasts and wide hips, between which lies an abdomen toned by years of physical travel. Indeed, such could be observed upon her arms and long legs, as well. These were the markings of one who has often wandered, if the usual garb of her choice does not already suggest the idea. A handy bag almost never leaving her side.

There is a distinct scar easily observable upon her long, right ear. Indeed, the pale thing looked like it had been violently tattered, the bits that remained having not healed well. This leads to said ear being visibly shorter than her left as well, a fact which she seems at ease with. She doesn't try to hide it with hair or so, at any rate.

Speaking of hair. Two things, in earnest, stand out as proof of her exotic heritage - one of them being her rich, wild blonde mane that refuses to stay neatly combed no matter how hard she might try. Its texture reminiscent of that which one might find upon a lifelike doll rather than anything organic. The other is her eyes, which are in fact two brilliant and refined spherical diamonds, encompassed by the eerie glow of magical circles just underneath the crystalline surface; and they protract and retract in resonance with the passing of light.

What lies between her legs is a matter of mood and fancy, be it masculine, feminine or both. Despite the practicality of her attire, she does enjoy adorning herself with accessories and light make-up to amplify her organic beauty - though one would be hard pressed to see her wear any kind of nail polish.