This dusty traveler is taller than average but slight of build, and her extremely pale skin stands in stark contrast to the inky black of her long, straight hair. At first glance, she could easily be mistaken for a true-blooded human. However, any deeper attention reveals the thin pattern of complex blue lines that swirl just below the surface of her skin. The faint smell of ozone accompanies her wherever she goes.

Although her face has the silky fullness of youth, her expression is cold and withdrawn; smiles are not native to these lands. Her eyes are the bluish-grey of storm clouds, but often seem slightly distracted, as if her attention lingers elsewhere. Her clothing is overall unremarkable in appearance, and her equipment is clearly well-used. An iron cauldron hangs off of a worn leather backpack. Other than a pouch and knife at her belt, she appears to be unarmed.