Although dressed with humble simplicity Aine stands out in a crowd despite her best efforts. While it's true that she has no talent for subtlety, her physical presence just draws attention. Slightly taller than most, her long red hair catches the wind like a war banner while her glacial blue eyes trap any gaze that lingers. Her refined posture and mannerisms are out of place with her otherwise working class attire which struggle to hide her athletic yet feminine figure. A figure which is just a little too perfect, like an idealized statuary given to flesh; tightly toned flesh flexes just under flawless satin skin with the only softness to her body being where the feminine ideal would demand it.

Aine wears the simple utilitarian clothes of someone who works in the field; heavy boots are pulled over leather pants and a leather jacket is worn over a simple top. The clothes are all heavily worn but cared for and clean indicating that she has a largely empty closet. Under the cuff of her jacket, are some simple but expensive bracelets. A sharper eye may also notice that Aine's fingernails have the sheen of starmetal; her balled fists giving the uncanny sense of impending death when brought to anger.