A human female, by all appearances; no horns, no wings, no tail, no scales or fur or cloven hooves. Her figure is a bit more towards "thick" than "thin", with a hint of matronly voluptuousness to it of a certainty, though she is equally certainly not the sort to require a tent pinned together to serve as a dress. Yes, from her exceptionally generous bust to an ass nothing short of gloriously rounded and yielding to a coy pinch or firm smack, hers is a figure that will doubtless entice certain elements of a citizenry like Sinifer City's, and she often dresses to accentuate such.

That is not, of course, to suggest she is some sort of sex-drunk hedonist always locked away behind stout doors or getting her knees scuffed up in some dingy alleyway; in all truth she is more likely by far to be found snugged up somewhere with a dusty old tome. Or even, wonder of wonders, exploring the archipelago and its many hidden nooks and crannies for some stunning natural vista or peculiar forested glade. A scholar perhaps, and one who seems most interested in the study of life; of creatures and plants and anything in between.

Those with particularly keen a sense of scent would find she smells of fresh rain and loamy forest. And, from time to time, something rather more lupine.