Upon first sighting Treyva, one this is obvious above all. Somewhere down the line, the woman had some sort of draconic ancestory. A pair of black horns curl out from her blood colored hair, twisting around in a similar fashion to a ram's before ending in two, vicious points. Her hair has been allowed to grow, and remains untamed up until it reaches her shoulders. There, she has seen fit to tie her crimson locks into a single, braided strand, that falls to her waist. Aside from the green coloration, her face is fairly normal with bright emerald eyes, an upturned nose, and full lips that seem ready to grin at any moment. Below that, though. She begins to take on many of her ancestor's traits.

The scales behind at her neck, and cover everything aside from the undersides of her arms, her large breasts, and her stomache. It hardly seems like she would need any armored plating on her abdomen, though, as her toned, whiteish-green belly looks like it could deflect any blows on its muscles. Her arms look equally as ripped, and a myriad of scars mar the underside where her flesh is exposed. Her hands look more like talons, with each fingertip ending in a razor sharp, black claw.

A thick, rigged tail sprouts out from her waist. The extra limb is just barely short of five feet in length, and seems to twitch behind her with a life of its own. Her legs are covered in scales, without an inch of vulnerable flesh on them. Her feet look surprisingly human, with simple toes and nails adoring them. They look the same shade as the majority of her body.

On her right arm she has a strange tattoo. It shows a plated fish with a coin in its mouth. The image has a line slashed through it at an angle, with tiny runic lettering following it down the length.

She seems to be completely female with her armor on. Though one can never be too sure in these lands. . .