Avala is a female wood-elf of indeterminant years, a not unusual thing for
those of the Fair blood. She is a petite figure, even for one of the elven
folk, her form slight yet moving with a fluid, cat-like power and grace. Her
face, once fair, is now marred by scars - nicks and scratches - from, perhaps,
a wild life or drawn from battle. Still, she is not an unpleasant sight, if not
quite to the standards of elven beauty.

   Strawberry blonde hair flows and bounces with each movement, her hazel eyes
scanning her environment at all times. There is something almost feral about
her, a wildness that lurks beneath still, dark waters that is both
animalistically magnetic and frightening all at once. She holds a quiet
mystique, her presence almost palpable, drawing others to her, almost
commanding their attention. Yet she seems to avoid such attention, keeping to the
edges of one's senses before fading away like a mist or a dream.