Vulka has an intense presence about her. Heavy and demanding, a magnetic one that draws you towards her; be it curiosity or fear. Smelling like metallic ozone, an electric spark, a burning wire, the heavy air before a storm; Vulka's entire essence speaks of domination and suppression.

Tall and thin, but not gangly, Vulka has an athletic build given from her adolescence playing baseball and later gang activity. High cheekbones and a resting frown, Vulka is in a constant state of looking utterly uninterested and bored with everything around her; it's hard to ever catch any emotion crossing her face unless it's to fool you into thinking that she is feeling anything at all. Vulka's eyes are an odd shade of bright burning pink, her iris appearing to be spiraling circles; they carry an off-putting intensity that almost seems to look right through you. Her brown hair is lightly maroon hued, fading into a brighter red-pink almost raspberry-like color at the sideburns. Her sleeve tattoos on her arms crawl up her shoulders and onto her upper back forming together a very elaborate spiral design. The anodized black piercings adorning her visage gives her the look of a juvenile, all sharp points and no soft edges. A US native, her accent corresponds with the locale, with a deep intonation that often sounds flat and monotone. Has the habit of popping her knuckles one by one.