Aelisia Vandelrot

Portrait

Description
Cobwebs and dusty dreams, Sharp knives and hollow screams... ~~ This small, sinuous creature looked like something that had crawled out of a filthy cellar somewhere in the absolute worst part of town. Without the depth of a cowl to conceal her knife-ears, one would find eyes, often flooded by faint confusion and numb delirium, cradled by dark, sleepless circles or remnants of bruises that inflamed sickly pale features. Of immediate note was the thick scar, perhaps inflicted by an axe, that ran like a murderous crevice from above her brow, having ruined her eye, down to the corner of her mouth. Without it, she might have been considered a beauty for her race. It didn't take close study to understand how horrible that fracture of flesh must have been when it was fresh, begging the question of how she could have survived such a ghastly affair when it was cleaved into her face. Most recent, following the new High Lord's decree, a flaming brand in the letter 'E' marked her throat, another one of the same kind found burned into her breast. Her lips were often damaged, cracked or scraped in some way or another, and more often than not held a gloomy frown. She had dull gray tresses that could have been smooth and silvery, had it not been for its disheveled state and the dirt and grime that clung to it like a thief to his gold. Likely was it that the small elf never had seen a proper bath before, as the waft of smoke, sweat and dust were a constant companion in her vicinity. Her clothes were often found in disarray and it was easy to notice that not only was she frail, but she appeared malnourished and mishandled, with bearings that were at times both hesitant and subdued. Cuts and bruises, thin lacerations and more sooty smudges could be seen everywhere, with knees that were often scraped bloody. Her delicate body had an almost sickly parlor due to prominent veins that lurked close beneath her sun-shy flesh. A brand, less fresh, could be found at the back of her bony left shoulder, depicting a pine tree imposed over a spoked wagon's wheel. Likely a mark of ownership. The elf had delicate hands with slender fingers that were elongated and exceptionally nimble, though her nails were always short and looked nibbled on rather than trimmed. Her hands could be noted as always moving, rarely still for very long at a time. The elf's mannerisms, when not dispirited or unobtrusive, were unconventional or eccentric, and many would simply dismiss her as some unfortunate (as far as the fortune of elves went) vagrant that had lost a marble or two. Perhaps that blow to her face had taken more than just her eye. ~~ Crimson Glory - Lost Reflection
Player:	Fae
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Elf