Vivendel is not a remarkable face at first meeting. Her hair is dark and usually braided out of the way, lending a wavy texture when let down. She has a soft look about her, not quite so lithe as her peers; if anything, she is heavyset. If it bothers her, she has made no effort to change it. Her features are delicate, skin carrying an unhealthy pallor from many years indoors, with her only notable scar being one on her leftmost cheek- twin slashes forming a cross. 

She keeps a rigid sort of posture, a habit of peering down her nose at people, which has instilled a secondary habit of keeping her chin somewhat lifted at all times. Her attire is light and draped; a silky sort of blouse, an embroidered shawl which often functions as a sash, and trousers which are clearly second-hand. By far the most notable feature of her ensemble are her heeled boots, kept shined and clean with an obsessive determination. She seems fond of the clicking sound which accompanies each step. Of late, she often wears gloves, one an unconvincing prosthetic.