Height: 6’ (183cm)
Weight: ~120 lbs (~55 kg)
Eye Colour: Hazel
Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Long, elfin ears stick out of her dark brown hair. It often hangs in loose strands about her face, having come undone from the braid she keeps it in. These tufts of loose hair frame her surprisingly soft face, though few would make the mistake of calling her such. Her eyes are severe and hard, a deep hazel that seems to shift from blue to green from a simple alteration of the light. Were she one to care about such, there's no doubt that she could be quite striking, even beautiful if she took the time.

She of course cares somewhat for her appearance, but not enough to apply any more than the barest of efforts. Though often unkempt, her hair is never uncared for, and is somewhat soft to the touch, and she takes pride in it's length and strength, though she knows not why. She has something of a wild appearance when strands of her hair have come loose, and she looks practically feral when she cocks her head slightly, as if she's wondering what the best way to cook whatever it is she's looking at.

Her body is covered in small scars, cuts and scrapes healed ages past. Were someone more medically inclined, they would be able to note that many, but far from all, are decades old. Not surprising given her race. She also has many scars that are from far more than simply running and climbing, the old wounds speaking to someone that has seen her share of fighting. Mostly these old wounds can be found on her hands and arms, with several marking her stomach and back. Not all of which are from forged weaponry. There's many a bite and claw mark on her skin. Curiously, she also has a multitude of old burns along her arms and hands. Whatever it is she did before waking up, it wasn't peaceful.

Though her body is toned and lean, with rather small breasts, the curvature of her hips shows her womanhood quite well. She carries the petiteness of elves with ease, with most of her weight in her long, muscular legs. No doubt she's quite the runner. It would be a strange day for anyone to call her dainty.

Currently, she's wearing a skirt torn and formed from a robe along with long strips of wide cloth wrapped around her chest. Less for modesty, and more to keep herself at least somewhat protected from nature, and to keep what little she has from jiggling. Around her waist are several belts she's collected from the deceased, with which she's sheathed a short sword and a long, curved, sacrificial dagger of sturdy construction on one hip, and a falchion on the other. Along with her bladed weapons is a simple quiver with about six arrows, one of which has a small strip of black cloth tied to it. Hanging from her shoulder and bouncing lightly from her other hip is a simple, worn bag. When not in her hands or tucked in her bag, she has a rather nice, well cared for shortbow around her chest.

On her right index finger is a golden ring inset with a strange, pointed diamond set in the center. In one ear, she has a simple sapphire stud, and in the other is a simple earring that appears to be entwined by sapphire gems, and the end is decorated with a small rose petal flower hanging from its chain.