Eyes the size of saucers center the face of this elven maiden: a honeyed amber in color, they catch and refract the light when open. Pointed ears peek out of a snowy cap of hair, the latter kept up in intricate braids encircling her head. An aquiline nose, perhaps too large on another but in proportion with the rest of her features, presides over a hooked mouth that parts occasionally to reveal straight, white teeth. Her skin, pale and milky, is of an even tone that blushes pink with exertion. She would be considered beautiful by the standards of any land if not for the scar on her left cheek, puckered in the shape of a crescent moon. The wound has knit together imperfectly and pulls her features into an unconscious half-smile.