Sporting a hourglass figure that is made firm by martial training and fighting. This serene, raven-haired and youthful woman carries herself in a confident and sure-footed step. Radiant golden eyes gleaming with righteousness. Usually clad in armor of form-fitting rime, every inch inscribed with words of devotion to the Lady of the Lake. These prayer seals glow powerfully even in the noonday sun.

Her face is youthful, within her early thirties at most. A body forged for martial prowess, though still bearing the very womanly curves to give her the appeal of storybook warrior women. Though she sports a firmly formed and yet slightly rounded rear, it is usually concealed by ice. Skin as smooth and pale as marble, magnificent white wings, she suits the portrait of a guardian angel quite easily.

Her weapon of choice is a sword forged of some sort of translucent white metal. Its blade is shrouded in the sacred mists of Bretonnia and her stance often shifting in combat from one-handing this rather large sword to giving it a proper two-handed grip when fighting larger foes.

The lady's voice is a soft one, full of soothing tones that could heal wounds with but a kind word.