Diri is not the angry, blood-thirsty woman that most would assume her to be on first glance. It's true that she does look intimidating, especially when she hunches through a tavern door and makes the barstool creak in agony when she sits. However, if one can get over one's initial shock at her size and the amazing number of weapons that she's carrying, Diri is a peaceful, pragmatic sort of person who enjoys a long conversation even more than a drinking contest. She's happy with her lot in life as a mercenary, however she also enjoys stopping by the wayside to take things in. About the only time that Diri charges through bull-headedly is in battle and in love. When she sets her eye on a love prospect, she tends to swoop them along with her without much regard for how quickly she's moving them through their paces. Her love-life is rather fraught with drama because of it... but who is going to challenge a behemoth like Diri when they've been scorned?

Diri is far from being a luscious figure of femininity, what with her wide shoulders and athletic build. The burn scars that speckle her upper chest and neck only continue to mar any ideals one might hold about her. She is dragonborn, meaning that she is covered in a patina of red scales edged in varying amounts with matte grey and black. Her face is human-like, though her nose and mouth form a slight muzzle topped with a small horn and wickedly fanged. Her long hair is crimson red, and is often swept up in a bun or a ponytail. Her eyes are slitted and golden. Diri's hands and feet are tipped with claws that, while also sharp, do not impede her ability to walk or manipulate objects. Aside from her scales and odd colouration, Diri possesses neither tail nor wings. She wears armor most of the time, or goes without clothing altogether on rare occasions when armor isn't needed.