The elf before you, like so many of her kind, is possessed of slim frame, and a lithe, liquid grace. Across her brow drapes silvery-white hair which, by the passing strands blown about by the common breeze, serve often to hide a pair of inquisitive emerald eyes. However, unlike many of her kind, her height appears to be what a generous being might call diminutive, and a less charitable one, short, and nearly a half foot below five. Her skin is nearly as pale the hair framing those ashen cheeks, as if the sun only had but a moment?s time to kiss them, and left no mark besides. Her face and features are both fair, though from the willowy figure, and uninspiring bosom, - even for an elf - she lacks much of the feminine appeal which by most reckonings are seen as desirous. She appears to be friendly, but sometimes shy or awkward, with a penchant for trouble that finds her, rather than the other way around.

These things being said however, and judging by the book marked with arcane symbols at her waist across from the satchel around her neck, she seems to be a mage of some kind; a fact that conversation on the subject would easily confirm. Her clothing is of respectable quality, though not of the finest make. The leather satchel aforementioned is often filled with trinkets, baubles, and most importantly; snacks. Were one to look more closely or carefully at the slight figure, they would also see a pair of small blades hidden about her back. That same careful eye may at times notice the peculiar bending of light and shadow about her steps. The young silver-haired elf seems to view the plane she resides in with equal measures curiosity, and trepidation.

OOC:
Green: Exciting stories, adventure, and fluff. Women, too.
Yellow: TBD
Red: Extreme violence and torture. The usual stuff.