Thraka is a striking figure of wiry, corded muscle rather than the bulk typical of her kin. Her skin is the color of bruised plums and moss, stretched tight over high, razor-sharp cheekbones and a narrow jaw. She moves with a predatory, silent grace that suggests a leopard rather than a soldier. Her most jarring feature is her left eye, which is a milky, scarred white, while her right eye is a piercing, intelligent amber. She often wears a faint, predatory smirk that never reaches her eyes, leaving observers with a sense of profound unease. Despite her rugged lifestyle, her hands are surprisingly well-manicured, though stained with the permanent copper tang of dried blood.