Upon a rare glimpse of her, one would notice that she seems to be both young and old at the same time.

Her hair is shot through with streaks of grey and white and perhaps, once upon a time, her hair had been a very dark shade of brown. She most often leaves it unbound and wind-tusseled. Occasionally, she can be spotted wearing a braid here and there for ornamentation, though for what remains to be decipihered.

Her eyes are the color of new bark upon a young oak tree and yet they seem to hold both the fire of youth and weight of age and tragedy of hard-learned wisdom within them.

Her skin is warm tawny-chestnut color and has few wrinkles or signs of age upon it but her hands are those of someone used to laboring in the wilds with many callouses, scars, and minor abrasions.

To those who are tall, she would seem short but, in truth, she is quite average height amongst the cumulative race of Men. Her frame is quite slender, like a young sapling and, when she walks, she tends to sway slightly.

Depending on where she is seen or what company she keeps - if she keeps any company at all - she can be found in various amounts of outfits, depending on whether she wants to make herself known or blend in well. All of her clothing appears to be extremely well-worn. 

This is character is meant to be psuedo-mythological.