Nimetra is a towering figure of matte alabaster scales that lack the typical dragonborn sheen, giving her the appearance of a carved marble statue. Her silvery-blue eyes hold a piercing, frigid depth that seems to see through deceptions. She moves with a deceptive, predatory grace, her footsteps heavy but perfectly silent. A constant, faint mist curls from her nostrils, a byproduct of the freezing core within her. Despite her primal heritage, she carries herself with a rigid, almost military posture that speaks of intense self-discipline. A striking contradiction is found in her hands, massive and scarred, yet capable of pouring a glass of vintage wine without disturbing a single bubble of sediment.