A curious aura of raw natural energy surrounds the being. She not only pushes out waves of it to those sensitive to such things, but also seems to draw it in, drinking up the energy of raw life all around her. The aura extends roughly 30 feet in all directions, so even around a corner sometimes her presence can be felt. Those even that are not sensitive to such things would feel prickles on their skin, as though given a taste of nature, like a stiff breeze in the air, or the brush of a new bud of a flower against the skin. This is the first thing that anyone would notice about Elissa.

As she comes into view you would see a tall figure, well over 2 meters tall, with a touch of nobility about her. A wild display of platinum blonde, almost white hair frames her face, complimented by her dark mocha skin. She has strong cheekbones and soft lips, with perfectly white teeth that peek out now and then as she smirks. Her nose is angular and aquiline a herald towards nobility, while her brow is soft and thoughtful, complimented by large eyes that drink in the sights about her.

She is also very obviously not human. Her eyes have no pupils and are a solid dark aquamarine in color, with a feint glow to them. She also has a set of dark horns that extend from her hairline, pushing back out behind her and giving her something of a fierce countenance when looked at from the side.

She has multiple piercings through either of her horns that hand down and click faintly against the horns back and forth, making a soft hollow clicking sound and making the rings jingle, sounding almost like bells and clicking, announcing her presence wherever she walks.

Though seemingly part of nature to some degree...she doesnt seem to take issue dressing in a much more modern way. Her clothing usually consisting of leathers of some sort as well as cotton shirts died more often in dark tones. She wears a corset of some kind, made of bone and some other strange dark material that seems to be woven, like a wool. She wears pants that hug her shape, almost skin tight in parts and nice boots with high heels, giving her a few more inches to her already impressive height. Overall she would be striking, though there was something... wrong about the clothing that was hard to place... whether due to her more natural disposition or not would be up to a more thoughtful person to guess.

Looking over her cloths one also cant help but admire the rather buxom figure of the woman. She has long colt like legs with strong muscle groups made for running or dancing, and a thick juicy rump that is just begging to be spanked and gripped. Her waist narrows in a wasplike fashion only to blossom out again into a shapely chest that always fills her shirts to the brim. Her arms are strong, but a little thin, yet the end of each finger is tipped with a dark black claw, sharped to a razors edge.

She is dismissive to most that approach her, but now and then will take interest for one reason or another. As for what she is... why she is here... and what she is looking for... that would be up to the observer to determine.

What could be said... is that one looks at her, even with her aura of life...and her classical beauty... there would be a darkness that seems to hang over and around the woman, something... amiss... and wrong on an almost primal level....