Kersiraa has the appearance of an individual perpetually exhausted. She is small for a Draenei, bordering on tiny even. Much to her chagrin her voice is high and squeaky, and she often speaks softly as if to undercut her soprano. Underneath her armor, regardless of the weather, she wears a heavy woolen top and leggings, opting for the fabric’s easy cleaning and resistance to rot. Her armor is generally well cared for, although the scars and pit marks of battle are hard to miss. She carries a pair of firearms slung over her right shoulder, one being an ornate Draenei long rifle handed down by her father. Her eyes are generally highlighted with a heavy dose of kohl to intensify their glow.