Ofnir’s tomboyish appearance is generally an unmaintained result of whatever she’s been doing that day. Her hair is shaped by whatever she used for a pillow last night and is interpolated with strands of lightly coloured beads. She has a kind face and soft, earth soaked skin that’s sprinkled with freckles. Her smoky brown eyes flicker like candles in a seaborn breeze and are easily kindled by her smile.

Her posture lacks any forced grace or poise, resembling that of someone either constantly exhausted or just naturally lazy. She has wiry, toned muscles that make her thin frame seem very lean. Her full hips make up for almost total lack of bust.

She wears a loose fishing vest over a brown, short sleeved tunic that was probably once white. Around her waist is an intertwined tangle of ropes that serves as a belt. Her trousers are baggy and widen greatly from knee to hem in order to accommodate her waterproof gaiters and padded boots. She carries around a tattered brown rucksack that usually has trinkets and fishing supplies connected to it and is often noticeably moist at its base.