Gillette is a fine boned woman (5'3" and weighing perhaps 110 lbs or so) with fair skin, green eyes and black hair that falls in a shadowy wave to the small of her back with dozens of thin braids scattered through it. She seems to be in her twenties although her eyes seem much older, fully aware that in this world very little can be depended on except the certainty of endings. Her lean muscle and almost complete lack of body fat make her seem alternately frail or hard--her body has obviously been stretched to its furthest extent in the near past. Her hands are callused and the nails are trimmed very short. She keeps to herself, rarely speaking to anyone she doesn't know well, but sometimes a seductive sway seeps into her walk and the sly acid in her tone hints at a braver soul.

She wears usually wears soft black leather shorts, thigh high black leather boots tooled in a twining ivy pattern and one of a variety of expensive, ornately detailed silk blouses. Over the top of this is a body hugging leather harness that features a pair of bandoleers lined with daggers of all shapes and types including several exceptional ones that have numbers picked out in emeralds on their hilts (1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7). Woven through the harness straps is a wide black leather girdle with several small flat pouches and a pair of slightly larger pouches: one plain and trailworn, and the other decorated with metal runic symbols on each of its many flaps. Her jewelry (unlike her daggers) is simple, almost utilitarian: two rings, an amulet, a golden torc, silver and gold earrings shaped like twisted ivy, and a steel chain wrapped several times around her left wrist, its medallion dangling just behind her hand.

Should you find her at home, she is usually only wearing a white silk shirt decorated with cutwork and black leather pants or shorts. She likes to go barefoot.