Before you stands a woman of seemingly moon elven blood, her skin fair and faintly tinged in the silvery-blue hue of the full moon's light and her hair, by contrast, flows to and fro with every step like the waves of a deep and raging sea. Despite the cold hues of her frame, she exudes a sort of inviting warmth that shines most brightly in her smile - a tender gesture, her lips sealed whilst she does so.

She is graceful and fit, but lacks a warrior's decisiveness and power about her movements, her touch and bearing is more gentle. Her frame moves lightly as she steps, the curves of her feminine form often hidden under a light, airy robe.

A healer, a mender of broken things, she fancies herself - healing and soothing magic seems to come naturally to her as with a touch she often dispells the slightest discomfort and helps seal an open wound. A playful thing, just as much, she often gives her mending rituals a teasing, or even intimate spin.