This young woman has arranged her hair into a silken crown: the coif comes together with intricately woven strands of silver that do little to conceal her Elven heritage, angular ears speaking it plain somewhere in her background. Her eyes, unpolished emeralds flecked with honey, rarely blink when open, a disconcerting stare reminiscent of a child's doll left forgotten in the attic. Pale skin, unmarked by the sun, stretches the length of her facade, sculpting a patrician nose and framing generous lips. Devoid of any visible scars or markings, her arms lead down from a set of slender shoulders and terminate in well-manicured hands.