Nemeia Okochi is very short, standing just under five feet, with a round face, large observant eyes, thick lips, and a delicate, narrow frame that gives way to strikingly full hips and shoulders. Her shoulder-length black curls are dense and springy, with several strands permanently silvered by a magical accident. She moves with compact, dancer-like precision, never seeming to hurry even when crossing a battlefield. Her skin has a deep warm-brown tone with golden undertones, and faint copper freckles gather across her nose and collarbones. She leaves the impression of a small woman carrying an enormous, carefully folded storm inside herself. The contradiction is that her glamorous, body-hugging attire makes her look theatrical, while her hands are scarred, ink-stained, and visibly accustomed to hard labor.