Alyssin is fairly short for a Cimmerian woman, oft-times barely meeting the shoulders of the males of her homeland, a fact that occasionally bothers her. As a soldier, she works hard to maintain a fit body, but has inherited plenty of the softness of her mother in the form of her plush curves - a trait she has mixed feelings about, sadly. For a time, the young woman wore her pale hair, the colour of early snow on a crips day, in a long ponytail but recently has taken to leaving it loose, after cutting it somewhat shorter than it had been through her teens.