Height: Average, if a little short.
Eyes: Greyish blue.
Hair: Filthy. You simply can't see the real colour anymore. Perhaps it was normal brown once upon a time? It's usually set into a ponytail.
Clothing: Rugged clothing, stained with filth and mud.
Speech: Demanding, annoying.
Prejudices: Anybody who doesn't like cheese'n'whiskey, who steps into her graveyard without business, Death Knights, Worgen.
Best Quality: Easily tricked.
Worst Qualities: Brutal and horrifying to some.
Weakness: Alcohol and her immense dislike to anyone walking on her graves.
Talents: Shooting and hitting people with her shovel.
"But yer so soft... like a pillo'..." - Acaia when hugging Helsythe, whilst drunk and having previously terrified him at the graveyard.
"CRAZEYS!" - Now fleeing from Helsythe and the Witch-Hunters (without knowing it is him) after having two men filing a report of heresy. She's confused, having her rifle and shovel stolen from her.