Though short, Afo is a broad and heavy-set woman, but all that mass is pure muscle built up almost to bodybuilder proportions. Her skin is a dark, chocolaty brown, against which her hair is a shockingly pale platinum blonde tipped with true white. Her hair is naturally unruly, so she tames it by letting it cord into thick locs. Her eyes are a clear amber color, possessing a sharp gaze.

Afo is a relatively friendly individual, always polite and attentive to everyone she meets, extending courtesy to even the rudest of individuals. Though she is relatively illiterate and only able to read and write her name along with other simple words, she is otherwise incredibly intelligent. In fact, when it comes to knowledge regarding the treatment of physical injuries, there are few that are her peer. Her mind is an encyclopaedia of injury diagnoses and treatments down to the finest detail, and she was highly valued back at the Caer of her birth.

Once upon a time she spent many a waking moment cursing the fact that she had been relocated to the space station of Star City, but since the tragedy of xenodragon infestation that forced her and others to flee the place, she regrets that she ever viewed it with such harshness. Although she is grateful in a way to have solid ground under her feet and a true sky overhead once more, she would take every insult back if it meant her fellows could have their old home again. As if to make up for every cruel word she ever uttered about living in space, she has sworn herself to the service of the Nidus and intends to never leave -- thought she does miss the ocean, having grown up on the shores and spent a lot of time in boats as a young child. At least now it's much easier to hop on Dhith's back and teleport out for a seaside flight.

She harbors a fear of being left alone -- perhaps the only reason she never left Star City before she was actually forced to.