Long, dirty blonde hair.
Unmarred elven facial features.
Breasts far too big and shapely to be real.

Those are usually the first defining features that people would notice upon Caerula's form, an elf that stands out from most elves thanks to her height and abundant curves.

Standing a good six foot two inches even without high heels boosting her further up, the feminine former warrior could likely mount a fierce countenance if she didn't always look so lethargic and lazy.

The barest hint of musculature can be seen visible upon her form where flesh is bared when she does move, padded over in softness from years of inactivity. The elf bears curves far non-standard of her kind, with wide hips and an absolute excess of bust, her figure is either blessed by the gods or wholly unnatural, depending on how one wishes to view things.

Yet despite her feminine countenance, between her legs lurks a thick equine sheath, coupled with a pair of canteloupe-sized balls. Most won't ever notice this, as it remains hidden by magic when deemed necessary for clothing, its true dimensions no doubt intimidatingly excessive. How she became like this, is left untold.