As free moving as the water which she holds dominion over the water goddess has no physical and absolute form. The appearance she wraps about herself for dealings with the humans is simple and crafted from her element itself, shifting and swirling with the tides that create her. Those that become privileged enough to see her are left in awe and amazement at the fierce and yet basic persona she takes. At first sight she seems to be little more than a long tube of turbulent water, the likes of which mankind cannot help but fear in the fact that her entire body swirls in tormented waves that could snuff out a life swiftly should someone be unfortunate enough to step too near. The expanse of her water is similar to that of a whirlpool with the speed in which it tumbles and wraps in upon itself. If not for her head one would simply think that she was but a giant curling tower of water. But no, she possesses a head of sorts that is formed from the debris of ancient times that sunk to the bottom of the ocean and the deepest rivers. Set within the middle of the medley of stone and broken bits is a giant pearl that the most greedy sorts could only dream of, and only a fool would dare to think to grab. That white and shimmering pearl serves as a foci should she need it, focusing out a thin yet powerful jet of water that could no doubt clean flesh from bone should someone cross it.

She is capable at appearing anywhere that has water so long as she has a worshiper nearby or a shrine that will give her the strength to do so.