While distinctly unremarkable in most respects, the one thing that marks Adaryn out – save for the mole that sits prominently above and to the left of her lip – is her attire. The tatty leather regalia, which she is rarely, if ever, seen out of, looks as if it would be better suited as the riding vestments of a young man. Indeed, given the myriad of shoddy alterations and the way the hide hangs awkwardly from her frame, the likelihood that such clothing was not originally intended for a woman's wear seems high. In spite of this, her boyish figure and pointed, stern features quite strangely endear her to such an unusual outfit, despite the continued upturned noses of those of a more 'proper' persuasion. A Mearcswoman by birth (though her more neutral tone and fluency in Westron would belie it), Adaryn stands notably shorter than her kinsmen at a modest 5'3''. Her features, too, seem somewhat darker than that of standard Rohirric stock, her mousey-brown hair short and choppy (save for a single, ill-kept braid, capped with a silver bead), as if cut in haste, and with little attention to symmetry or style. The rich scent of pipeweed clings to her person and, when retiring, she is rarely seen without pipe in hand. Her expression usually remains one of mild disinterest, often leading her to appear unapproachable or aloof. However; despite not being one to suffer fools gladly, a fine enough conversationalist will be able to coax out a most elusive smile.