Andromeda is a young human woman of twenty years with snow-white hair and lavender eyes that sparkle with curiosity and exuberance.  She wears a stylized leather-trimmed dress with the right arm bared and the left arm shrouded in a full-length black glove.  She carries a scimitar, a wooden shield, and an over-abundance of provisions, all in pristine condition as if having never been used.  A leatherbound journal hangs from her hip, in which she constantly scribbles observations and pontifications about anything and everything in dreamy prose.