Standing tall for an elf, a few inches over five feet, she moves with a practiced grace in all things be they casting a spell or tending a wound.

With hair usually bound up tightly in a knot or other style, when free the dark emerald locks spill all the way to her lower back, tickleing her tailbone as they dance freely.

Gone are all the angular and sharp features of youth, replaced with the smoother, fuller curves of a woman in her prime years, taught stomach giving way to full hips and long coltish legs, well honed muscles showing beneath the silken flesh.

If one catches a glimpse of this not-quite-elven elf a few things stand out, namely the shiny silver metal laced neatly into her fair skin, a stud through each nipple and her more senseitive spot on her loins.

The piercings are almost enough to give way to the fact long lustrous wings flutter lightly behind her, billowing out impressivly in their large wingspan easily double her height from tip to tip if not longer.

Eyes matching her hair, emerald and vivid dance as she surveys her surroundings, everything about this elf is a soft of firm softness, inviting, almost beckoning to be touched and enjoyed.