A slightly largeish human woman with bright (unnatural) red hair, usually kept tied back out of her eyes in a perky ponytail. Her eyes are a lovely spring green.
She is often well made up, wearing light lipstick and red on her nails. Often wears well-tailored dresses. Carries herself with an air of mixed nobility and carelessness, and generally speaks quite casually and friendly-ly.
Usually slings around a crossbow that looks only slightly too heavy for her, and genuinely struggles to wind it. The weapon has the telltale marks of nearly a decade of wear and love, Very little of the original piece remains, much of it being a hodgepodge of replaced parts by now.
Her adventuring/traveling equipment is a very light mithrhil mail and leather padding. The armor is, quite unlike the bow, kept in an utter mess with twisted and broken links, small tears and accumulating rust and grime. It clearly isn't as cared for and has seen heavy use.