Oona Tenebrae has the pale visage of someone who has spent far more time in the dark than the light.  With long straight hair more white than silver and golden eyes the gaze out from shadowed sockets darkened by an appearent lack of sleep, Oona might send a chill down your spine.  Oona's form is lithe, fit, and marked with golden inscriptions and symbolic imagery.  Little more than a staff and whip are carried for convenience or protection, sometimes a wide brimmed black hat is warn which compliments black leathers and silks used to stave off the elements, and provide a bit of modesty when needed.

Oona is a constant observer and wonderful listener who would much rather hear the tale of another then spend time talking about themselves.  They at times refer to themselves in the third person and never as he or she, which can seem quite odd to some.  Oona has a warmth and genuine kindness that is easily felt by those brave enough to engage in conversation or niceties.  Although quick to forgive those that trespass against them, Oona never forgets being wronged and often finds some solace in seeing an equivalent act befall the person in kind.