Race: Svartálfar
Age: Sixties
Weight/Height: Short, wiry
Voice: Mezzo-soprano, scratchy when raised
Sexuality: Pan

To the rare travelers familiar with Svartalfheim's elves, this specimen seems to be actively rebelling against their norm. The woman is brash of countenance, the attitude advertised long before she speaks. One can expect punkish outfits and little to no tact. Fellow elves might recognize signs of youth in her compact frame and spring fresh skin, perhaps explaining the impertinence. Her form sports muscular definition akin to a runner, but she lacks visually in upper body fitness. Her movements grant no suggestion of the oft lauded elven grace, nor formal training in war.

Those who can detect magic or who have a connection with the shadow plane might notice a foreign presence around her shins and right arm. The aura seems to overlap her flesh, a permanence akin to graft or symbiote. Accepted Prime academia claims that shadowstuff does not make good bedfellows with mortals so the application comes across as recklessly dangerous.

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