You see before you a young waif who is easily eighteen or nineteen years of age and who has just came of age. Flick is an unintimidating young thing who stands at about 5'6 or 5'7 with a lithe body and with a small bit of curvature. She has a set of hazel eyes, full of youth and wide, that stares out at the world before her, and on her head rests a mop of messy ginger hair that looks like it hasn't been combed down or smoothed down in days. The disheveled ginger locks threaten to cover the hazel eyes that's mentioned earlier, and it doesn't seem like Flick is very intent on moving them away. Furthering her youthful appearance is a round face and her freckles, mostly pronounced around the bridge of her small nose and underneath her eyes. The rest is splattered randomly across her face. Beneath all that is a set of thin lips, perpetually curved into a smile.

Further down from her face, it's easy to spot the dark freckles that run down her neck and across her shoulder blades and sprinkle down her upper arms and maybe even above her chest if someone managed to get a look at it. Flick's arms are nothing special, besides all that. They look as though they don't have much muscle on them, and they're pretty soft with the occasional faded cut or two, and her fingernails on her hands looks like they've been chewed down and trimmed with her teeth. Everything else isn't worth noting, aside from her perky chest and her flat stomach, but below her waistline rests a set of legs, athletic and toned from what can only be her constantly moving about on them.