A fairly short, lithe woman of only five feet, Helena seems to make up for her lack of height with presence in a room.  Her long black hair falls over her left eye, a bright blue eye looking about.  Her skin is as pale as ivory, a single scar on her cheek.  There is something slightly unsettling to this beauty, but you cannot quite make out what.  She bears a confident, almost cocky smile, a rifle slung over her shoulder.

As her hair falls away from her face her true nature becomes apparent... as she opens her left eye it's honey hue gives her an unsettlingly exotic feel. Her nails seem longer than a normal woman's, pale as she brushes the hair away.