Carrying herself with elegance, chivalry, and reserve, it is easy to spot that this woman is a natural legate, an interesting juxtaposition of humility and vainglory. This dichotomy allows for the woman to avail herself of her silver tongue. Though she does not give off the ardent, empathic aura of a genuinely sweet person, she presents herself as a refined lady whose interest in those she speaks with is genuine, but not so vibrant as to be improper. She is unfailingly cordial, almost painfully so, and her speech is accented with the lilt of Evermeet.

With an almost pre-Raphaelite glow to her, this woman's skin is white as ivory and soft as a cloud. Her hair glints with that royal color of azure, as if it were sapphire spun into silken threads, falling with exact order, like liquid. She has a delicate structure to her, as if she is fragile, and her oval face is graced with deep, clear, sapphire blue eyes, golden lights flecked across the surface, long, dark lashes fashioning themselves upon her eyelids.  Her ears are sagittate, and the fullness of her lips and the curve of her chin and cheekbones are exaggerated to an exceptional degree.

Though ample in particular areas, her figure seems to have no effect upon her commanding forbearance. Indeed, the clothes she most commonly wears tend to highlight these features in a way that seems to serve the purpose of making her form more intimidating.

Almost constantly, faint traces of black vanilla, pears, and gardenias are able to be detected, tinged with the aroma of luscious fruits and exotic flowers found upon Evermeet. About her neck is an intricate lavalliere, decorated with moonstones and centered around a small gem, polished smooth, without facets. The gem would appear to be a rainbow tourmaline, were the color of it not so dark to be nearly black. It glimmers under the light and glisters in the dark.