Inoue possesses a fragile sort of beauty in her pale, flawless skin, dishwater blonde hair, dark brown eyes, waif-like build and average-to-short height. She often clasps her hands together; whether at the bust in prayer, the waist while walking, or behind her back while idle. Her movements are cautious and graceful, those of one accustomed to walking on ice. She is typically seen in her shrine maiden's outfit, of which she seems to carry an inexhaustible supply of spares in her stantler-skin leather backpack.

Inoue grew up in northern reaches of Demosia, orphaned at a very young age when a virulent disease wracked her small town, killing a third of the adult population. She was taken in by the local shrine, where she was given a religious upbringing and helped tend the donations box for much of her young life. She was eventually declared a full-fledged shrine maiden and served faithfully for two years. One day, guided by a vision, she decided to pick up her roots and begin traveling the world. She still sends letters home, sometimes.

If any one word could sum up Inoue, it would be "gentle." Living a life in prayer and gratitude has rendered her almost incapable of any sort of negative emotion whatsoever. This, however, does little to explain her boundless capacity for love and forgiveness. It is truly a mystery how such kindhearted sentiment can survive the harsh winters of her native land, but somehow, she persevered -- yet another trait she has in abundance.