Arya is a small, wiry figure who moves with a predator's liquid grace. Her dark brown hair is chopped short and uneven, often tucked beneath a hood. Her most striking feature is her eyes - a cold, wintry grey that seems to pierce through lies. Her skin is weathered by the road, yet she maintains a strange, porcelain stillness when she is not moving. A contradictory element is her hands; they are calloused and scarred from combat, yet she wears a delicate silver ring that looks far too refined for a common traveler.