This woman appears as if she had walked out of a fairytale. A slightly short woman, she resembles a statue, as if an artisan's illustration had decided to walk out of the pages of a storybook. Her eyes are a bright aquamarine, striking against the depth and smoothness of her gleaming, dark skin, with an almost elfin nature to the tilt of her gaze. A knowing, near cavalier smile touches her lips, and her dark, silky smooth hair has been cut practically short. She clothes herself in outlandish raiments, decorations of glass accompanying designs cut to accentuate her commanding form, high collars highlighting her high, chiseled cheekbones. Nigh always, upon her back is belted a quiver and unstrung bow, and at her hips, greatclubs that appear to have had both ends weighted, for some reason.

Within her glassteel armor, she fits the glorious mien of magnificence attributed to those of Nimbral, the theurglass mail a smoky shade of dull grey, lacking the normal greenish tint of glass.

Her voice is low and thrumming, resounding with confidence; but oftentimes she prefers to listen and comment rarely, and her exotic articulation, when heard, has a faint husky quality from disuse.