This woman was of average height, her skin was pale and fair, though covered in a variety of black tattoos, where visible, including over her ample cleavage. She looked to be in her late twenties to early thirties. Her hair was bright blonde, and she often wore black eyeliner and ruby red lipstick over her full lips. Her eyes were blue, striking, and bore through you. She often maintained an amused smirk on her lips, along with a flighty gaze that took everything in at once, this woman was clearly trouble.

Her body was voluptuous and curvy, and she often wore outfits that accented this, accompanied with heels. Her voice could be described as husky, a slight rasp to it. Her face was beautiful, the only marring a small scar over her cheek, and one might mistake her for a noble, if it weren't for her speech and mannerisms. She could been seen pressing her hand against her back, rubbing it gently, or grimacing in pain at times, it would seem that her endowment came at a price.

Her blue gaze would often be seen scanning the city streets, especially in the more shady parts of Blacksteel.She often carried an ornate rapier at her hip, the basket hilt wrought of brass with an amethyst set in the pommel.

Along with her sword, were the presence of various pouches, and a satchel hanging over her shapely rear, carrying her supplies of threat, needles, scissors, and whatnot, as a professional seamstress and fashion designer, she seemed to like to be able to make repairs at any time.