Speech Colour: Seagreen

Just over five feet in height, Ki'orelle wraps her figure -- more solid than that of most of her Tel'Quessir sisters -- in leather armor, and often conceals it entirely beneath a hooded cloak of deep green. Her custom-fitted second skin of leather is elaborately worked in dark shades of green and brown, embossed with scrollwork made to resemble multiple layered oak leaves, clearly once the pride of a master crafter, now scuffed and worn from decades of use. At her left hip rests a simple bone-handled dagger, but the dark quiver of delicate gold- and white-fletched arrows peeking over her left shoulder marks the sturdy recurve of pale wood and bone carried in her right hand as her primary weapon of choice... although at times the bow is absent entirely, replaced with a walking staff of knotty oak, the scratched branch of its forked top in sharp contrast to a shaft worn smooth through much handling. She travels light, preferring function over form and carrying nothing else besides a small leather pack, her only indulgences a necklace consisting of an amber-encased acorn strung on a leather thong, and a thin copper bracelet set with a trio of white, green, and red stones.

Pale of skin and dark of hair, it is her gold-hued eyes that stand out most, their depths shifting easily from deadly seriousness to curious mischief, often as quickly as the changes of the weather. When talking or singing in the natural tongues of her birth, her voice is delicate and soft, although she struggles with the common language, her attempts to use it heavily accented with the Illuskan she finds more comfortable to use.

Wherever Ki'orelle is, a large barn owl of white and golden plumage is not far behind, although rarely close enough to be seen by strangers.