At first glance Revvy might pass for one of the noble grey elves. However closer examination quickly reveals a distinct lack of pointed ears and more rounded features than that commonly associated with elves. Perhaps she is of mixed blood or more likely she is simply not one of the grey elves despite what appearances might suggest. She is not a particularly tall woman, although she still stands at a more than respectable 5'7". Her skin is of a dull and dusty gray as if all color had been drained from it, black eyes without light giving her a disturbing mien as if there is no real intelligence behind them. Her sharp and droning voice would however beg to differ.

Her white hair is as chalk, framing her visage on the rare times she does not simply tie it back at the base of her skull. If one inspects her mouth carefully, they might notice that her tongue which should be pink is in fact a toxic shade of purple. Her teeth are gleaming white, nearly too much so. Still, despite these disturbing traits, she has a quiet air of trustworthiness about her, as if people can see old friends and beloved family members in her often nearly motherly demeanor. Careful examination yields more details such as dark visible bags under her eyes, the telltale sign of many sleepless nights one could reasonably surmise.

There is an acrid sweet stench wherever she goes. Not unlike honey and sugar, although what might be pleasant is tainted by a subtle edge of decay. Despite this, it is not entirely unpleasant and some might find it comforting even.

It is a rare sight to see her without her midnight blue robe, tied tightly around her waist with a piece of black rope, dull silver shining on the sleeves and around the mantle surrounding her shoulders and neck.

Green Lights: Roleplay. And lots of it. For the rest, you may ask me.