Short at five foot four, her commanding presence more than makes
up for her lack of physical height. Though petite her frame holds
no sign of frailty. Rather, she has developed the true curves of
a woman who has passed beyond being 'just a girl'. Her skin has
been kissed by the sun, showing an olive brown that gives the
impression of a healthy glow that always seems shy of one who
has spent so much time under the blaze of the Theran star to
bring themselves to the appearance of wearing leather beneath
their leather jerkin.

Her garment consist of mainly simple robe, embroidered with five
concentric stars, touching at their point giving the appearance
of a circle in everlasting continuum, just barely visible over
a mis-pairing of functional armor that seems to change each time
she is seen again.

Her green eyes, as hard as stone and, at time, as soft as the
ocean spray, show a wisdom that her age should not be aware of,
even if her mannerism do not always reflect her rash action. Hair
deep red falls in locks about her neck and shoulders, unbound yet
never seeming to hinder her from quick reaction if needed, and she,
for all her gentle bearing, does not look to be one who would back
down from confrontation without good reason.