Cold Saphire eyes a sharper green than any human ever had, sometimes even glowing with an inner light, peer out at the world from a face that looks like it has been carved from planes of ice more than molded out of flesh.

Classically beautiful Krystal's body possesses a sort of lean seminary that any humanoid race can respect, if a bit smaller than most would favor.  At a just few inches over three feet she is more skinny than athletic more like the build of an elf than either a halfling or a Gnome her size would ever be.

Even with her unusual appearance her touch is warmer that room temperature, chilly as if exposed to winter weather recently but not cold enough to be more than just barely detectable.  Wearing a suit of white leather armor with slightly pointed studs on it all shaped and colored to look like shards of ice she even has what is clearly a staff designed for shorter races that follows this theme by being blue in color and more like a blunted icicle in shape than most.