This woman stands at a not-so-impressive five foot four. She stares out at the world from behind a pair of rose tinted glasses. Her face is angular, delicate, almost. Those rose red lips of hers are curled into a small smile now and again. Once in a while there might even be a vision of stark white teeth behind them.

Framing her face are waves of straight hair, black as the bowels of a tomb. It hangs down past her shoulders, all the way down so that the tips of some brush against her rounded rear. She doesn't seem to decorate it or do anything special. To tell if it's soft or not, you'd likely have to touch this one.

Her flesh is pale. Inhumanly pale. Again, one would have to touch it to see if it were warm, cold, soft, rough, or even there at all. She's an alabaster hue. It sets off her hair, and the color of those rose lenses. Her body is similar, in that it looks rather delicate. Long limbs, lithe with some little bit of muscle there. Her movements are rather efficient, practiced.

What is behind those rose rims, you might ask? Blue eyes, a pair of thin, black brows. She could stare above those lenses at a person, now and again. Her body, otherwise, is rather thin. Her hips are narrow, as is her waist, with a larger curve of breast and backside. Both are rather well-formed, though not overtly massive, as many residents of Sinfar tend to be.

Across her shoulders are bow and quiver, well-used and cared for. The wood of the bow would often carry the scent of beeswax, a pleasant odor that would pass behind Zelina. Some days she changes this with different perfumes, just as often not followed by anything at all.

Height: 5'4"
Build: Lithe and agile
Age: Looks to be in her mid-twenties
Weight: 143 lbs.
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Blue
Bust: 34C
Hips: Narrow

Languages: Common, Draconic, Infernal, Undercommon, Drow