Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Height: 4'5''
Hair: Coppery; Ginger
Eyes: Green
Skin: Fair, freckled

This woman was obviously an elf, though part of her body seemed to have missed the memo.  She had the height, standing rather short amongst the humans and planar, exotic creature of the city.  Her ears were pointed, those coppery locks often tucked behind them when not tied in a braid.  Her features were somewhat angular, with higher cheekbones, casting an elegant look to her.  At the same time, rather than being slender, lissome, graceful, or even skinny like many elves, that face was more filled out, her pale flesh speckled with freckles.  Those lips, too, were delightfully plump, often painted red or pink.

Going down her form, that previous assessment holds true.  Rather than the often smaller, slender curves present on many elves, Eireann was much more voluptuous.  The swell of her breasts hang heavy, offering just the right amount of perk, her waist tapering gently, before flaring out into wide, fertile hips.  Her rump, too, was nicely rounded, often pressed out against whatever outfit she chose to wear.  Those thighs, too, were thicker, rounding out her figure nicely.

Despite her curvaceous, womanly form, the elf doesn't try to flaunt it.  Instead, she seemed to do her best to hide herself, in big, frumpy robes, occasionally hiding under pointed hats.  Occasionally, she'd trade out the robe for a dress, but her attire generally hid her form rather than flaunting it, either embarrassed or not wanting to draw attention to her.

If the hats weren't enough, several books, baubles, wands, and potions were tucked into her bag or hanging off her belt.  She certainly painted the image of a mage or magic caster, even if she didn't necessarily match up to the part.  She bumbled her way through any spell she cast, hours of study seemed to leave her stumped, the poor woman pouring her heart and soul into it for rather mediocre results.

She was usually rather bubbly, rather happy to chat and meet new people.  A smile came easily to those lips, almost as easily as words seemed to spill from them; She was certainly a chatty thing, after all.  When nervous or upset, those words were often stammered, the elf growing rather shy in those instances.