A thin wisp of a girl, Suuk stands at about five foot three, but has a habit of slouching lazily which often makes her seem even shorter. She is humanoid, but seems like a bit of a halfbreed of sorts with slightly pointed canines that give her somewhat of a rougish, lop-sided grin. Her face is plain, her small nose glittered with freckles and her lips set in an unimpressed pout brought on by the trials and tribulations of youth. By all accounts she seems to be about sixteen years old and her slouched posture and lackluster attitude clearly convey her distain for just about everything around her.
Her hazel eyes are a muddy myriad of greens and browns, and her straight, mid-length dirty blonde hair is thick and streaked through here and there with dirt. Her skin-tone is warm, a soft golden brown that speaks of long days summer days and she dresses in simple leggings and a white blouse, worn off-the-shoulder and belted at the waist. Behind her, flicks a thin tail, its end tipped with a soft tuft of blonde fur and decorated with a strip of black ribbon. Her ears are pointed and her nails long, sharp and unclean. A rudimentary sword hangs off her left hip and a collection of copper bangles jingle at her wrists.