"A frail and flimsy shell of a woman" is most likely the best way to sum up Almondine's appearance. Like most of her kind, her form has been ravaged by decay, time, and the elements. Sandy blond hair, now lusterless, now hangs around the sides of her face like a worn curtain while the gaze of her glowing eyes flits about in a rather skittish manner. Almond's voice is light, gravelly, and usually no higher than a whisper or murmur. If she is to speak up, her voice tends to become less pleasant ("pleasant" being a relative term, of course) as it takes on rather unbecoming creaks and rattles.