Elsa Lamarre is a lithe and graceful woman in her late 30s with a tousle of blonde hair that cascades haphazardly down her back, ending in a loose tangle around her knees if she does not pin it or tie it back. More and more lately, she forgets to do anything with it, which gives her a wild and unpredictable appearance that is only enhanced by her loosely fitted clothing and the quiet intensity of her steely grey eyes.

Her clothing is generally loose and airy, with a preference for cotton or linen dresses and long colorful overcoats that move freely in the breeze. Various charm bracelets clink softly against her wrists, and an antique, tarnished silver pendant hangs on a cord around her neck. She regularly walks barefoot, relishing the feeling of the earth beneath her feet.