A delicate, heart shaped face with high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin. Her large, ice blue eyes framed by long lashes, sitting below her thin, naturally curved eyebrows. A small, thin nose taking the space over her full, pouting lips. A widow's peak interrupting her forehead as her butt length, satin hair framed her face, pushed behind one of her knife-like ears. Her shapely, small frame fit her 5'6 height perfectly. Her cream-like complexion without a blemish to be seen, other than the single scar upon her cheek.
She slouches slightly, as if to hide herself. A hesitant stance with constant shifting, A nervous, untrusting aura hidden under her dark, hooded cloak and simple clothing. A demeanor such as hers was rather uncommon with such a powerful race. She was born and raised in Velaris, never leaving other then for training, the outside world taunting her. Her home was like a family, everyone caring for one another, even the council which ruled. Though she was trained like all other elves to be fighters, she never reached her full potential. She had been one of the more powerful youth, easily in the highest ranking by thirty. When it came time for her to become an officer she hesitated, her own beliefs and wants clashing with those of her people. In the end she did serve, 'chul o’tilru' being something she must do. She left at 80, feeling as though she has served long enough and following her dream for exploration.
