The scrawny elf stares up at most people with her vibrant emerald eyes, her gaze seemingly enough to send the less confident into an anxious wreck. She's extremely short, barely passing the five foot mark. She speaks with a whiny, shrill tone that matches the stubborn, 'better-than-you' smirk that was always stuck on her face.

    She had a lithe, slender build like most others of her kind. There didn't seem to be a shred of physical strength inside of her, yet her inherent gracefulness and acquired cunning made her a force to be reckoned with. ( At least, that's what she'd lead you to believe. )