"Valerian" as she often calls herself, is a tall woman appearing to be in her mid-twenties, around 5'11" in height, lithe and long-limbed, with tan, freckled skin and eyes of such a dark gray that they are easily mistaken for black at first. She has very wavy, dark brown waist-length hair, prominent eyebrows, full lips, a straight nose, and strong cheekbones. 

The woman moves quickly, with unexpected ease and dignity, but very little flash or flourish to the way she carries herself. She often holds quite still when not in motion. When she speaks, her voice is high and quiet, and her Westron seems to have an accent that is hard to place. Though she has all the sprightly agility of youth, she has the grave look of one who is wiser, or at least more experienced, than their apparent years. 

Sshe is usually clad in somewhat androgynous traveling robes or tunics of greens, grays, and browns, colors which can blend into the wild in which she often travels, typically wearing boots and a cloak with a generous hood. On special occasions, she might wear a simple but well-made dress and a garland of leaves and flowers. Her hair is usually braided or worn up for practicality, or it falls loose and wild around her shoulders, often catching leaves, feathers, twigs, and other natural debris as she wanders. 

She almost always carries a walking stick and has bags or saddlebags upon a horse, containing many of the necessities a wanderer might require: basic first aid supplies, an assortment of herbs, waybread and other rations in case food cannot be foraged, a waterskin, rudimentary cooking utensils, twine, a change of clothes, a bedroll, some small amount of coin, and the like.