She wears a uniform strangely reminiscent of a WWII pilot, right down to the American flag on her shoulder and dogtags around her neck. The material, however, is a curiously thin leather-like fabric. Her red hair is a tangled mass, chopped short but wild as the highlands, with a small braided tail that often dangles over one shoulder. The braid is decorated with beads and trinkets in deliberate patterns, as if they held some sort of secret meaning.

She carries a strange-looking rifle, with a bottle on top that contains a crackling blue energy. At her hip, the hilt of a sword, connected by a flexible tube to a large pack on her back.

She seems dazed. There is a bloody gash on her forehead, and the back left shoulder of her uniform has a circular burn through it, revealing blistered skin beneath.