Yana Whitlock is a quiet, unassuming young woman who looks, at first, like she'd be more at home in a library or a scribal workshop.  That changes when one takes a closer look.
Tall and wiry, her dark hair seeming to resist any attempts to tame it, the athletic human is constantly looking around, ready to bolt like a squirrel in a dog's yard.  There is pain in those dark eyes, as well as anger, though she hides it with a quick smile and a cynical, dark sense of humor.
She wears a light chain shirt, and always keeps a variety of weapons (rapier, crossbow, and even a club) close at hand.