Standing the better part of six feet tall(5'8"), Aili is an uncommon woman built of bone and sinew. Her hair is cut into a classic mohawk, a stripe of centemeter-long-hair from forehead to the back of her neck. Her eyes are a dull, shifting, grey-green, lacklustre jewels set into a face at once angular and inviting. Her shoulders and arms are encased in tight bundles of muscle, and when she moves they twist into shapes like bundles of steel cable. Her torso is bound in softer musculature, but as she moves or twists it fixes into a bas-relief depicting disproportionate stength. She has small, pert, no-nonsense breasts high on her chest, bound under clothes and armor.
Occasionally the light catches a commonplace nose barbell piercing, and when speaking a toungue stud. Her clothes speak volumes about her. She’s a riot girl-turned-Badlander, and she’s damn good at being Bad, but she’d rather be screaming obscenities from a stage than slinging lead on the streets. She’s got her Badland Originals jacket wrapped over a navy blue kevlar vest, a form-fitting skirt over fishnets, and a hefty pair of post-war combat boots sporting a tiny chip of white tooth stuck in the toe of one boot. A loose fitting black nylon web belt sits around her hips, and tucked behind the belt, partially concealed by her jacket is a pistol of some sort.
Quite possibly the most noticable thing around Aili is her guitar. Thrown together from various scavenged or even hand made components, the guitar looks odd, but functional. Slung over her shoulder on a leather strap inscribed “Badland Originals,” it seems her prized posession.