Her small stature is unnerving but should not be underestimated. She has long dark brown hair, that she perfers to keep pulled back, light hazel eyes that seems to tell a story all their own. A long thin scar runs the lenght of her cheek, along with a large gash that runs through her right shoulder.

Raised by happy parents deep in the Trinsic woods, the youngest of four children all boys. Her father a tinker that made a modest living doing odd jobs. At the age of 12 the troubles that had taken Trinsic spilled into the land outside of the city walls, Oona family was forever splintered. Setting to the road, in search of her brothers that took up the call of King British, she settled into the life of a camp follower, and becoming a mascot of sorts to the men that had left their families behind. Teaching the art of the sword, and how to protect herself, she continued her search. Finding the Knights and studying to become a Knight, she has never truly given up on finding her brothers, but has made the Knights her family.