Odile used to be the epitome of "conventionally pretty." Pretty chestnut brown hair, blue eyes, a nice facial structure with a decently thin figure and just enough curves to attract attention. During college, however, she began to drift toward a darker aesthetic than her mother ever could have dreamed. Dying her hair half-red and half-black and keeping the color up, getting piercings and her first (and second and third) tattoos.

Now, with her Kindred nature freezing her appearance as it was the night of her Embrace, when she was just twenty-six, she no longer needs to redye her hair, and tattoos are still possible - with a little effort and an ounce of silver at a time. She's even gone so far as to have one of the clan's older symbols branded to her skin, across the span between hips and naval. Standing only five feet, two and a half inches tall, she tries desperately to hold an imposing figure, through a combination of posture and fashion. After all, a Kindred scholar of Clan Tremere cannot allow herself to be seen as meek.

Her hair falls in wild curls that punctuate at her waist, though if pulled would certainly be much longer. Her skin is unnaturally pale (as a vampire's is wont to be), emphasized by her choice to fall into the sort of modern stereotype of a goth vampire, entirely by her own choice. Dark makeup, black leather and lace, and a number of tattoos.

For financial purposes, she has learned the craft of tattooing for herself, working sixteen hours a week at a 24-hour tattoo parlor in Manhattan. Art had never been her purveiw as a mortal, but staring in the face of eternity has led her to expand her horizons.