Thistle is a stout girl with dusty grayish-green skin and a wild mane of obsidian hair that looks like it has not seen a comb in weeks. She is perpetually covered in a fine layer of flour or sawdust. Despite her disheveled state, her amber eyes are sharp and calculating. She moves with a heavy, purposeful stomp that belies her small size. A strange contrast to her messy state is the perfectly polished, silver thimble she wears on her left pinky finger at all times.