Sunken blue eyes stare out from a worn, hollow face. Black hair, cropped short with little care for styling, ends just above her shoulders. Various scars from faint cuts and scrapes can be found on her cheeks, while her neck is patterned with scars from a blade. It can be guessed that her left leg was mauled at some point in time, for she walks with a strong limp. Usually, she can be seen in charcoal colored plate armor that covers much of her body. It is, as with its owner, covered in tiny nicks and scrapes that indicate use in battle. Twin axes hang from straps in her belt, generally polished and free of the grime and gore of fighting. She wears little in the way of jewelry, save for one necklace. It is made of braided black wire and from it hangs a simple gold ring.
Something in how she carries herself hints at an overall sense of tiredness. Her skin has an odd sheen, a sickly luminosity, that may give rise to the thought that she had been ill recently. Indeed, by how her skin hangs, it seems she has lost a lot of weight in a very short time, possibly tied in with this unknown ailment. Regardless, whatever the issue was, she must be physically fit enough to bear the weight of armor. And, beneath her armor and padding leathers, there is indeed a growing layer of muscle on her thin frame.
Beneath her armor as well hides some other things of note, should the opportunity come where they are exposed to view. Most notably, her back is a horrid mix of lashes from a cruel whip and poorly healed burn tissue. On her left bicep is tattooed the Icon of Technology, while on her right is a pair of crossed daggers. Partially disfigured by new knife scars is a pattern of twisting thorns and metal spikes on her right wrist. Her left hand is constantly bandaged.