There is no point in pretending that Minoc is not a beauty, if a bit tall. Standing at 5'9 with a slender, nigh-Elven frame, she has all the curves of a grown woman, but her arms and legs show the sinewy muscle of someone who has a touch of training, not unfamiliar with the weapons she carries - a sword and bow, the simple trappings of a hunter.

Long chestnut-brown hair hangs nearly all the way down her back or slung over her shoulders. Straight and shiny, it sometimes has a metal headband woven through it in order to keep it out of her face. Minni's face is a bit slim, her cheekbones pronounced, a nose sharp and small. She has great big eyes of a glittering sapphire-blue that might remind you of something you'd see hanging off a dwarf's most prized possessions, prone to catching almost any light that passes them. Full, feminine lips are quickly noticed when she speaks: her voice is a touch loud, heavily accented, and doesn't quite match the rest of her. Her skin is pale but warmly-toned, untarnished by the curse of age, but certainly touched by sunlight. Walking tall, she doesn't have the best grip on Bree-land etiquette, and seems to have a fondness for the boisterous behavior she witnesses in the Prancing Pony. As a result, she is not exactly learning to be proper...anything but, really. Unfortunately, she is too naive to see this.

It's not often she's not seen in her work clothes, mostly made of soft, durable leather. Her boots are clearly marked with the patina that many thousands of miles will leave upon any sort of leather.

The one thing you might notice is a few scars across her back and ribs from lashes taken in her youth, but you'd have to get her to expose it, first.