Syrne is a standard Ivalician Viera, much younger than the Wayfarers than one might be used to, and thus an inch and a half shorter, though that still leaves her rather tall.
She is far from a child, no matter how innocent her face or the set of her large, tellingly glaucous blue eyes. Her hair is a lavender so pale it is nearly white, tumbling down to her waist in a thick, wispy mess that falls messily over much of her face, in the front, making it often impossible to see her eyes. Her nails and claws are an icy blue. Finely crafted leg armor of silverwhite mythril spirals up and winds about her calves and thighs over worn purple-grey stockings, stopping just below the hem of a short white (or sometimes black or grey) frock that appears old and frayed like delicate antique kerchiefs.
While most Viera are adept at White and Green magicks, Syrne's past has left her poor at such skills. Rather, she has an unusually good hand at Dark and Arcane skills, and has a way with poisons.
Syrne is quiet, calm and curious. Amorous attention from strangers leaves her unusually unsettled, for one of her kind. Skills or no, she is not at all cruel. However, she does sometimes use her skills in an...unconventional manner.