5'6" and unremarkable in her early thirties.

An average woman in almost every way, as she saw it.  Dishwater brown hair, too thin to be useful, watery brown eyes, too dim to be relied on, and a soft chin that bode of surrender.  At thirty-two, she was set in her ways within the cloistered protection of one of Avandra's few temples.  She may not have been happy but she felt needed and that was enough.

Eoni wears a clasp on her hooded cloak bearing the symbol of Avandra but her demeanor is more that of a door mouse than a deaconess. Or so it had been prior to their first adventure into the Witchwood.  She had changed, gained confidence, perhaps now even assertive.

Beneath the straw colored cloak she's wearing a coat of elven made padded armor over a dun colored dress, and well made, now worn, leather boots.  She's well outfitted for traveling on foot with a well made haversack.  Upon her head is a finely carved tiara of the Tiri Kitor with a central stone of continual light.  An oak carved bracelet adorns her left wrist and two ebonywood rings adorn the first two fingers of the same hand.

She carries a white oak staff carved to resemble braided bands of holly and oak boughs twisted around a unicorn's horn at one end.

A second look brings to mind the difference between well outfitted and well suited...