Safherd’s pale skin and ice blue eyes betray her heritage as being from one of the northernmost holdings on the continent, regions of terrible cold where the struggle to survive is an everyday occurrence. The young woman is often reticent to reveal the details of how she learned her profession, a quiet that extends to most of her personality. Although given to acts of kindness and possessing a warm smile, Safherd tends to only speak when spoken to, or when an event moves her emotionally.

Safherd favors dark garb, including leather armor which is black. She commonly wears a cloak, frequently concealing her features beneath its hood. A tattoo of a single line, crossed with three diagonal slashes, marks her right inner forearm, a symbol indicating that she had been previously given over to indentured servitude. Her bow, quiver, and tools all have the look of age, of items passed down from one generation to another. Safherd maintains them all meticulously.