A tall, yoked and red headed absolute amazon of a woman with bright green eyes, Breya's appearance isn't typical.  Her expressive features may be well formed and she even has dimples, but she has many slight flaws which mar them, small scars, a spot on her nose that broke and didn't quite heal right, a spot on the left side of her upper lip where it was cut and scarred over.  Despite what's obviously a life spent getting punched and gouged, she, strangely, tends to keep her red hair long, like a boast.  And if you ask her about it, she smiles and says scars are hot, likes to point out her bust and hips are big like her muscles, and it's hard to tell if she's genuinely that confident or if she's making a joke.  She has large eyes and tends to smile a lot, though that smile is often unnerving.  Conversely, when she stops smiling, it looks like somebody is about to get hurt (though it may be her).

At the start of the campaign, Breya is wearing strange leather armor and carrying strange weapons like a weighted net and a strange gautlet which covers the arm with a blade affixed to its end.  It all looks more theatrical than practical.  However she tends to fight primarily with her open hands, which she wraps in whatever she can find for some kind of support and reinforcement.  Her movements are deliberate and practiced, but brutally efficient.  This is no graceful warrior or a master of mystical arts, this is an animal who has learned to destroy with nothing more than her bare hands with experience, raw skill and conditioning carrying the day.

Her contralto voice is loud and a bit raspy.