With long slender limbs and a delicate, fragile looking frame, Ysabeau appeared to be a very young girl that walked with an almost inhuman grace, and careful poise. Seemingly, all colour looked to have just.. bled out of this girl's attire and complexion. Her clothes were drab tones of dark colours, and her skin a snowy fair, pale white colour; Her eyes were a dull, pale shade of smokey grey.

Though on those occasions where her shadowed cowl and scarf were lifted away, a startling shade of crimson spilled from atop her head to cascade over her shoulders to her hips in silky curls. Her hair, and lips, were both a very vivid red. The only bit of real colour usually seen on her.

Extremely soft spoken and gentle in her mannerisms, Ysabeau simply radiated a haunting yet strange kind of natural beauty. She seemed wary of the happenings around her, though her expression never gave much away, she didn't seem to smile much, or well.. show any other kind of emotion in her facial expression.