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Myaelyn Scarlet Moonshadow

Height: 4'7" ft

Weight: 94 lbs

Race: Or-Tel-Quessir, or commonly referred to as Wood elves. Guess what? They live in woods and are very skilled hunters and naturalists.

Age: This elf seems to be around 200 years old. She's a veteren of life and holds much more experience than her appeareance lets on. Young and vibrant looking. It would be hard to put a number on her exact age.

Eyes: Dark red, like pools of blood. Quite odd for an elf. Whenever she is talking to someone, for the most part she keeps eye contact, but when lingering by herself she'll usually look around idly at this and that, or stare at the ground.. deep in thought. All depends. But she sure as hell has a lazy look in her eyes at all times. Like she couldn't care any less. Practiced apathy.

Hair: Very black, short and silky smooth. Having been a forest dwelling ranger, she has a wide knowledge of different plants/herbs, so she's able to formulate lotions and other pastey substances to maintain some sense of self respect. She takes care of her looks!

Scent: No longer possesses that unpleasant undead odor, so those with hyper sensitive noses can relax around her. Or maybe not! Mya's scent is that of woodsy areas. A mixture of leaves, grass, dirt, trees, and flowers. Forest.

Clothing: She tends to wear a lot of dark clothing. It -was- specially suited to her super pale complexion, but perhaps there will be a change. Either way, Mya doesn't wear rags. If she has the coin, she'll pay for fine material. Yes, there is  fashion sense! And the fashion police exist. They'll bust your ass, punk.  

Markings: Upon being undressed, dozens of scars would preside over her back, and it would look as if her wrists had been cut more than once. Questions in the future, answers from the past. Stories to tell. Dark and twisted tales of torture! Maybe.

Body: Besides the obvious flaws on her skin, to those who notice, she is a fairly petite elf. Mya carries a modest B-cup upon her chest, and has a nice athletic behind. The most noticable change is her skin complexion! No longer deathly pale, she's tanned. Lean and mean.

Most of her life, Myaelyn has considered darkness a friend, an ally. Now, through certain events she has started to change her whole stab first ask questions later approach. This isn't to say she's not harmless, no, far from it! Once an assassin, always an assassin. At least she's a -little- bit more pleasant. Alive, even.  

Still, there's something not quite right about her. Just a normal elf again, or something more?

"It is said she sees only throats, and hears only heartbeats."

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