You see a slender female of Everen and Narlindin origins. Ashalle stands not taller than 5'4", nimble and spry. Bleached of pigment, she is quite an oddity and often draws curious glances to herself, appearing accustomed to such reactions.

She is in her early to mid thirties, past the sweet innocence of youth and nearing her prime. Ash's features are symmetrical and pleasant, offset by unsettling paleblue eyes. Shy of sunlight, she stays cloaked and hooded or wears a wide-brimmed hat, hiding her face. Her ears are a bit pointed at tips.

The woman keeps a bow slung over her shoulder and a blade in a sheath on her belt, trying to be ready for whatever the world might throw at her. Her left hand seems damaged. Her leathers smell of forest and tobacco.