Slight and diminutive of stature, the Lorekeeper of the Dantooine Temple maintains the sort of fragile dignity that at once commands attention - yet shuns pity.  She favors loose robes of soft, silvery-grey, wearing excess lengths draped about her shoulders and over her head, simultaneously concealing her long white hair and making the smooth leather visor over where her eyes should be less obvious.  A wide sash secures the entire ensemble about her waist, and through the back, the tucked-through hilt of her lightsaber - a smooth, spiraled hilt, easily 50cm in length, with some kind of etching around the curve of one of the interlocking spirals.

Her voice is soft of volume, but clear and crisp, and when she moves it is with a slight limp that favors her left leg.  The third and fourth fingers of her right hand - and indeed, a portion of the palm as well - are missing completely, replaced by a thick scar of the sort that can only come from a lightsaber, extending to her wrist.  Although cybernetic replacements were always available, she eschewed them, preferring to have no portion of her body that she couldn't feel and see with the Force.