In Eriels  hair now, would be a homemade clip to hold her bun in place, Its a striking dragon hair claw clip, designed to blend bold artistry with refined elegance. Featuring a detailed silver-tone dragon silhouette, the piece is embellished with deep blue crystals and luminous pearl accents that create a captivating contrast in her silverish white hair.

Height Varies or can vary from day to day . She can be as small as 6 inches tall to 7 foot. Most days she is 5'1.

Weight; On the atheletic side around 110 pounds.

Hair; Usually pulled back in a ponytail with a braid on the side and a bun in the back . With her Dragon clip.Silverish white in color.


UPDATE: Physical Appearance: On her back , if you was to look close, would be a large blue dragon and for the eye there would be a pupil-less silver-sapphire eye   Now on the chest is ying yang symbol on the white side it would have the intials ES and on the black side AS. Thanks to "A very well known Blue dragon" for putting the tattoo on her.
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Did it hurt?" The bartender leaned over the polished counter, squinting at the intricate tattoo peeking through the thin fabric of Eriels's dress. His fingers hovered near her shoulder, not quite touching, as if the ink might burn him.  

Eriel took a slow sip of her drink something amber and sharp before answering. "More than you'd think," she said, rolling her shoulder slightly. The movement made the dragon's sapphire eye catch the dim light, pupil-less and eerie. "Less than I deserved."
**Background:**  
Born during a thunderstorm that split the sky with solar flares hence the name Eriel was never meant to exist. Her father, a renegade winged elf, and her mother, a solar emissary, defied celestial law by conceiving her.Trained in both arcane disciplines and monastic austerity, she carries the weight of two bloodlines that were never supposed to mix.  Eriel  is a striking figure with a lean, athletic build. Her eyes, a mesmerizing blend that,are piercing yet warm. Long, silver hair cascades down her back, often tied in a sleek ponytail. She moves with a grace that defies the rigidity of technology, a testament to the harmonious blend of elven heritage,
**Physical Appearance:**  
Eriels silver hair isnt just metallic it crackles faintly with static, strands lifting like charged filaments when shes agitated. Her violet eyes glow at dusk, a leftover from her solar lineage, though the hue darkens to bruised twilight when shes exhausted. She keeps her hair tightly braided and pinned in a utilitarian bun, a habit beaten into her by monastic drills. Her wings a hybrid of her parents traits are feathered but edged with translucent solar membranes, luminous when backlit. At 5'1", shes compact, built for agility, with calloused hands from years of staff combat and spell-weaving.  
Personality:
Eriel is a curious blend of ancient wisdom and futuristic savvy. She possesses an old-soul calmness that belies her youthful exuberance. Her heart beats with the rhythm of the digital world, yet she finds solace in the whispers of the natural one.  Her allegiance to 'The Shadow Weavers' runs deep, their code of honor and familial bond shaping her into a fiercely loyal and protective individual. Despite the danger of her profession, Eriel maintains a playful spirit, often infusing her work with a touch of mischief.Eriel oscillates between disciplined focus and reckless curiosity, a product of her dual heritage. Shes prone to muttering spell incantations under her breath like mantras, a quirk that unnerves allies. Though trained in serenity, she has a temper that ignites fast and burns out faster like a solar flare. She collects odd trinkets (a chipped moonstone, a vial of stormcloud) and tucks them into her sash, though shed never admit to sentimentality. Her humor is dry, her patience thin, and her loyalty ferocious once earned. Shes still learning to reconcile the storm in her blood with the sun in her bones.
The Cloudspire Monasteries forbid winged elves from interacting with celestials.
Solar emissaries dissolve upon death no bodies, just light.
Her hybrid wings are illegal in some regions; she often hides them under cloaks.  

Reds: Vore, Gore, Permadeath, Scat, Rainbow Play, DIsmemberment, Excessive Violence, Vomit, Feet.