"Unz alkunna, vil ek enn vita."


Name: Shadrigo
Race: Ljosalfr (Light Elf)
Gender: Female/Hermaphrodite
Age: ~30 (Apparent)

This pretty-looking woman has an air of unease about her, despite the calm and collected manner with which she carries herself most of the time. Undoubtably of Nordic feature, with a heart shaped face, blonde eyebrows underneath which rests a pair of sapphiric eyes, a deep ocean of blue peering back in a casual, yet decidedly analytical manner. Her nose is upturned and small, her lips full and pleasant looking, if so rarely curved into either smile or scowl.

Perhaps the most exotic parts of her visage lie in the paleness of her rich mane, waving about her temples and down past her shoulders, well towards its way across her back, the length of it kept in check by elaborate braiding and a tiara that hugs her forehead and keeps her vision clear. Her skin, as well, is unusually white and free of any apparent blemish, giving her a doll-like countenance in unison with her usual still and prim posture. Still, her rounded ears remain normal and human as one looked.

Her body is slender, neither curvaceous nor tone, neither overweight nor underweight and fully devoid of any hair. Her breasts, perhaps, stand out as slightly larger than one might expect, a large C cup, bordering D, plump and pleasant, nipples a shade of pink in contrast to all the light white backdrop.

The clothes she chooses to wear are as practical as possible, adapting to whatever the purpose she has in mind at the moment. In a village tavern or a city square, one wound likely see her in a dress or tunic, of linen, cotton or even a bit of silk. Out in the field, she would not shy away from armor of leather, a sorceress' robes or even a battlemage's mithril, yet it is clear that the weaving of spells and not the sharpness of an axe is truly her proclivity. Practicality aside - or maybe because of it - her garbs are seemingly always decorated with some aesthetically pleasing pattern or another, as well as colors that are never gaudy. The motif of the valknut almost everpresent. Around her neck is a medallion, bound with a silver chain, which she never takes off, the round sigil wrapped in golden and silver strands on a background of opal depicting two ravens perched on the branches of a wintery tree, a reminder of Memory feared for its loss, and the ubiquity of Thought.