Upon first glance, it can be surmised that this weary woman is a well-travelled person, clothed in several worn and patched travelling garments in shades of muddy brown that have clearly seen better days, armed with a simple bow and a quiver of arrows. The woman herself appears quite ragged and ill-cared for in appearance, sporting messy, short red hair kept in a wispy pixie cut. Gray eyes oft glimmer with mischief in firelight, and, at times, appear cold and indifferent. Her grin can be described as fierce. Where there was once a slender pinky finger on her right hand, there now only remains a stump.

To tell of the woman's outward attitude is another thing entirely.

Unlike the common Bree-lander woman, Carlotta could be described as unladylike, even boyish: Mannerisms point towards a lack of regard for proper etiquette, her speech is rough, direct, and seldom littered with eloquent words or phrases. Her usual stance is slouchy and hunched over; ungraceful, but alert. The expressions she musters oft border towards savagery, hinting at an unnatural disconnect from civilization.