Rianna, as she calls herself, is obviously of mixed blood. Her elven heritage has managed to soften the hard, wild lines that would otherwise mark her as one of the Ban Tuur. Still she seems to have gotten the best of both worlds. Hard bodied with rather well defined muscles, the fact that she is also of ample bosom gives her a very pleasing appearance. Her head is half shaved with the majority of her auburn hair coated white with ashes. The ashes have a tendency to clump and mat her hair. Combined with a cold eyed stair, her beautiful face can be somewhat intimidating to those who might otherwise try their luck with the thirty year old.

She dresses in the style of her monastery. A heavy skirt atop a pair of loose fitting trousers. Her midriff is exposed though her ample bosom is covered by a supple leather brassiere. Her gauntlets are of a similar material and the whole lot is worked with embroidery. Simple wooden shoes adorn her feet, though she can be found barefoot often enough. While one might think that wooden sandals might make a heck of a noise, she is almost silent when she walks. In all her clothing, while simple, shows care in it's crafting and one can assume it was all made at her monastery.

Tucked into each of her leather gauntlets are five darts. The gauntlets seem to be made specifically to hold these small weapons along the inside of her wrists as they do not offer much in the way of protection. A satchel rests on her left hip along with a bedroll. The two straps are bound together along their length so that they operate as one bag for all intents and purposes. A finely crafted shortbow, unstrung, is tucked into the center of the bedroll and is carved along it's length with depictions of horses. The top of a quiver, tied down to prevent the loss of even one arrow, protrudes above her right shoulder and one can see by the strap that it would only take one swift pull to expose their deadly shafts.

She walks with the confidence bred in the combination of her dual races. Her strides are long and powerful as one would expect of the horselords to the south, but at the same time sinuous and lethal like that of a prowling tiger. Almost pure muscle, her scantily clad upper body shows that she is almost devoid of any kind of fat upon her form. If she were to give chase, it might be best to just turn and fight for otherwise you would most assuredly die tired.