Her wide blue eyes hold a red spark deep within them. There is a graceful fluidity in her movement and actions, almost choreographed moment by moment. Her elven accent is heavily influenced by the nuances of English sounding Sword Coast natives.

With intricate tattoos of cats adorning her arms, shoulders and legs, this seeming acolyte of Baast appears neither pious nor spiritual. Yet, her nails are sharp and her eyes glint with observerance.

Long, lithe limbs hard with sculptured muscles, her step is assured and forthright, her right hand falling naturally to her hip in unfeigned arrogance. Her words come quick and has a hint of mocking when she wants them to, and she is silent and cat-like watchful when needs be.

Is she attractive? Judgement lies in the eye of the beholder, and the beholder might see a side to her concealed to others: bright or dark, mirthful or mocking, whichever side she chooses to reveal at any given moment.

Where her late sister was a half elf, Mirabelle is a true elf. Her features are more refined, but by all appearances they could have been twins.