Echo Varis does little to attract attention. What is remarkable, to those who notice, is how much attention the woman herself brings to bear. Her grey eyes move consistently and incisively back and forth around her surroundings despite the shaggy fringe of her dark hair. Echo's movements are equally incisive. Even her fidgeting seems to have some direction to it, as if her fingers are seeking something on the table or along the ridges of her dagger's hilt. She hums to herself when deep in thought, unconsciously more melodic than her alto speaking voice.

The half-elf's height is "middling"; her clothing lacks ostentation. When Echo's hood is down and her drab cloak loose, a holy symbol is visible at her throat. Her skin is pale, but shades from milky toward blue at her fingertips and the gentle points of her ears.