Esmée is about 5'4" in height, putting her a little on the shorter side of things from a human perspective. Auburn hair, pale skin, a few freckles upon her face and (usually) a set of spectacles that magnify the size of her green eyes are about the only other pieces of information worth mentioning. She was athletically built in the mold of a gymnast, and her figure mirrored this sort of past training in that she was not remarkably curvaceous. However, she was certainly lithe. One might even say that she was downright lissom in shape. She has a modest bust but a taut abdomen that widened just enough to allow for the femininity of a broadening hip-to-waist ratio which developed into the pert, concise rear-end. She has the type of body that seemed perfect for manipulation and repositioning: limber and relatively small. Despite this she had the mouth, or at least voice, of a considerably larger creature when deemed necessary. She looked pampered, or at least she enjoyed the products of the cosmetics business in generous amounts: from using them to ensure sufficiently bouffant, luscious hair to the application of subtle blushers, eyeshadows, lipsticks,, foundations and the like. The end result being that she might just about be called 'beautiful' as without these, her youthful face combined with her short stature relegated her to the realm of 'cute', much to her chagrin.

She had an educated voice, which made her origin difficult to pinpoint and no real, discerning features that might indicate she was anything other than human (not to say she even is anything but!), and a young human at that: twenty if she was a day, but keen to impress upon people her maturity, it seemed.