Sylaerys is a tall woman with a pear-shaped body and lean and muscular like a dancer. She is a rather pretty woman with a softly curved face with a light tan to her skin, though freckles splatter her cheeks and across her nose. Her hair is a dirty red in color and hangs down to the middle of her back, though she only lets it down properly while not aboard her ship, while sailing she keeps it pulled into a ponytail or braided tightly. Her eyes are a dull, pale green...or rather eye, as she wears a rather intricately made black eyepatch over her left eye, covering the empty socket. Both of her ears are pierced repeatedly and adorned with various earrings, though she does favor platinum as a metal to adorn herself. On top of her head she constantly wears a wide-brimmed, black dragonhide hat in the capitano style with several long, ostentatious electric blue feathers. As a symbol of her place in House Lyrandar and potential, Sylaerys' neck is completely wrapped in a greater Mark of Storms, like an intricately tattooed choker.

Moving down she has a small but noticeable bust with rather loose fitting blouses, preferring silks in darker shades like black or blue. Over her blouse she is pretty much always wearing a blue dragonhide greatcoat that ends mid-calf for the woman, trimmed in platinum silk embroidery and matching buttons, buckles and clasps. The right shoulder bears a rather intricate embroidery of the Lyrandar coat of arms, and oddly...the coat seems to billow slightly and become fuzzy around the edges, especially in rain. On either wrist are a pair of platinum bracelets, each etched with what seems a continuous bolt of lightning. On her right middle finger she wears a signet ring bearing the crest of Lyrandar. Over these she wears a pair of supple black leather gloves that run up to mid-forearm, embroidered with platinum cracks like lightning along the fingers.

Her lower half is rather curvy with wide hips, a prominent bottom and thick thighs. Even more obvious because she tends to wear leather trousers that fit snugly, perhaps on purpose. A wide leather belt sits at a slight angle on her hips. A pair of black dragonhide boots run up to her knees, trimmed with platinum buttons and showing some wear but also care to them. Oddly, for someone of her position, she doesn't seem to bear any armor or weaponry on her person. In addition, she is perpetually surrounded by a light scent of citrus and spice, an exotic perfume she's picked up in her travel's and has become a favorite of hers.