This elven woman's diminutive appearance and reticence hide a strength and resilience rarely found in mere mortals. Said quietness of hers is soon broken once combat erupts, however, as though a hidden spell or mechanism commands her to take action. A plethora of scars on her body tell a rich story of her life as a mercenary, a sword for hire, even if she herself does not speak of it much.
What other options are there for someone of her standing and appearance? Hair like an unchecked pyre, blood-red eyes like a monster or a demon, devoid of any emotions and wants, except the thrill of combat.

There must be something more than just elven blood running through her veins. Something old and dangerous. But dangerous to whom?