Unusually big for an elf, this tanned lady stands taller than most humans. The only thing remotely elvish about her are her long elf ears. She is much darker than elves that are known to be fair-skinned and her muscular body looks more like a human's. Her thick mane of silver hair flow down to her waist, tied in a loose pony tail. Two thick locks of hair parted by her ears drape down to her waist from the front while her fringe covers most of the left half of her face. Her strong muscular jaws distract from her more feminine elven features - a tiny nose, thin delicate lips that she has painted in light pink. She examines anything that catches her attention very carefully, as if it were the only thing worth laying her beautiful ruby red eyes upon although her ears are constantly reacting to noises around her. If her body were to be judged by elvish standards, it would be deemed monstrous. Though in a human's eyes, it would be the subject envy and lust. A pair of breasts the size of grapefruits bounce under her torn and tattered robes as she moves about but they do not seem to hinder her movement at all. For there is nary a shred too much nor too few muscle on her - a perfect balance of graceful agility and majestic strangth. Her well-toned arms look like they have thrown a million punches and her legs, a million kicks. Through the tears and holes in her battered up garment, white coloured runes of an unknown language can be seen all over her body.