Brekza looks like someone who has spent more time leaning over bubbling cauldrons than standing in front of mirrors. She has pale skin dusted with tiny freckles across her nose and shoulders, bright blue eyes that seem permanently amused, and thick blond hair usually twisted into a loose knot with several escaped strands stuck to her cheeks by steam and potion syrup. Her movements are quick, casual, and slightly untidy, with an almost dancer-like habit of shifting her weight from foot to foot while she talks. She smells faintly of crushed mint, hot copper, and burnt sugar, a scent she insists is charming despite knowing it follows her everywhere. The unexpected contradiction is her immaculate hands: even when the rest of her looks disheveled, her fingernails are carefully trimmed and spotless.