A small framed cousin of what a traditional centaur would be, Qyrie has the top half of a humanoid and the bottom half of a deer. Despite this, she still relatively small and petite in comparison to her fellow fey guardians, typically suffering from easy injury and thus takes careful approaches to her adventuring. Aside from her notable small frame, her ears are that of her the fabled dear half, constantly shifting up and down when she hears something that alerts her.

Her mother was no where to be found, her infant left at the shores of the uncharted continent far from known civilization. Nonetheless, Qyrie was visited by... something akin to a fey spirit. Where a normal infant would have passed away in the night, Qyrie was given a second chance, her body infused with fey magic and thus, changed her form permanently. Since then, she lived among the explorers, being raised communally by the adventuring guild. It was here she found a knack for the bow & arrow along with a wonderlust. When she finally proved herself worthy enough to be considered a proper adventurer, she took her new found freedom in stride, dashing from the walls of the guild hall and into the unknown wilderness before her.