Dahlia is a slender wisp of a girl, barely over 5 feet in height and, even with her training, holding little muscle on her sleight frame. Her skin was once pale and fair but the time spent in the training yard has seen it start to bronze and gifted her an ever present collections of scrapes and bruises. Vibrant blue eyes dominate an unremarkable face with soft features that had been framed with with a mass of golden hair. But, after a particular incident involving some chain-mail, she has since shaved her head much to the shock and anger of her mother.

In terms of attire Dahlia exists as something of a duality. If she is at home, tending the store or about general errands then she wears clothing normally expected of a young lady. Dresses, bonnets and everything else that is expected. But when she up to her own devices she has taken to wearing soft leathers, breeches jerkins and plain shirts. The only cross over is that she tends to wear hard wearing boots either way.