Despite being a diminutive woman, Rysa has an imposing presence lent by her fierce demeanor and the wild, slightly zealous look in the ametrines that make up her eyes, the unsettling glow drilling into the mind of whoever stares back. In contrast to the turbulence of her gaze is her neatly combed stark pale white hair, which she keeps only practically shoulder-length with a part of its back tied into a tail. It seems still when she moves, hardly flinching, the rich material reminding more of a doll than a living person.

A superficial look would mistake her for a dark elf, though a closer examination of her ears would reveal a different biological design - a horizontal stiffness protruding from the sides of her head, the insides of the length bearing fleshy tessalations. Her dusky-blue skin is close enough in similarity however and she might pass as a Drow if she wears a more concealing hood.

Her body is toned, athletic, occasionally scar showing here and there. The results of continous efforts to push herself to her limits. She speaks with an unstable tone of voice, alternating between calm and worked up, low and high, kind or menacing.

She is, frankly, quite eerie.