When seen at all, this female figure is completely wrapped in worn, supple leathers and furs, dyed in colours of brown and green, as if she insists on blending into the earthy tones of nature itself.

If one would be able to look under the hood of her cloak, the first thing that would come to mind is the word "young". Iselilja's face has a fair, yet slightly tanned complexion, with dark blue piercing eyes and strawberry-coloured lips. Truly, this young female would be considered beautiful, were it not for the fact that her appearance is the last thing she cares for. If she deems you a friend, and she knows she is far from a settlement filled with prying eyes, she might lower her hood. Her head bears a mane of untamed, thick red-brown locks, often looking rather wild, as if she has been standing on windy cliffs and has raced through stormy mountain passes. The hair is always kept down, instead of being tied back which would be far more practical considering this woman is always on the road. Her ears are never seen.

She lacks the ability to smile warmly, and instead always curls her lips in grinning and smirking, wolfish and on her guard. Wherever she goes, she can either be seen on or near her spotted, slender mare, called Hirilos, or her slightly smaller, sturdy steed Aglareb. She is never, ever seen without her bow and quiver.