Chocolate skin and platinum blonde haired, this wild elf could easily be mistaken for a drow, if one had never seen a proper drow before.  Her face with its slightly crooked nose, and her leanly muscled and scarred body bear the marks of a pit fighter.  The garb she wears, scantly covering her body while offering a farcical approximation of protection, shows evident signs of the same.

 At a height of four and a half feet, and weighing in just shy of eighty pounds, it would be hard to imagine that this elf, even for all the obvious signs of training that her muscles had undergone, bore any great strength.  There was a fluidity to her motions that displayed the fabled grace of the elven people, even if her kin were less regarded for it that others.