It hardly takes an expert eye to recognise Sevrin as what men call a Ranger. Tall and broad of shoulder, her garb and body marked by the dirt and wear of paths less travelled, she makes little effort to disguise her profession or nature. A wary tension hangs about her shoulders bowstring tight and the dark-rimmed eyes beneath her hood speak plainly of fell deeds seen and done. When she speaks her voice is all too often cold and distant, her words marked by an undertone of contempt or plain disinterest. Sometimes getting her to speak at all can be a challenge in itself.

Sevrin carries more years than her age. Her face is lean with high cheekbones, hollowish cheeks and a chin that tapers to a slight point. Reddish-brown hair falls unevenly beyond her shoulders in a fashion that could be generously described as ‘unkempt,’ clearly all too accustomed to going days without water, and yet a single short braid hangs down from her left brow to cheek.  Narrow eyebrows sit above deep set eyes of dull green, and her nose and lips both err slightly on the thin side. She has the drawn look about her of someone who hasn’t eaten well for quite some time.

While many of her ilk style themselves as sylvan lords, bedecked in hues of green, she is instead a child of earth and stone and the biting mountain winds. As such her typical attire is drawn from a drab palette of browns and greys with olive reddish tones creeping in as travel demands them. In warmer climes (and most parts are warmer than the shattered peaks) she often chooses to leave her arms uncovered and shows the mottled bands of green and brown etched across her skin, their mismatched lines trailing off about her back. If there is any meaning to these markings beyond the practical it is hardly obvious.

Beyond the typical trappings of her trade – the hooded cloak, longbow and leathers – Sevrin’s left forearm is dominated by a heavy glove reinforced to provide a perch for her companion, and closer examination of the corresponding shoulder would find it similarly reinforced by a degree of padding about a wooden crossbar.

Her companion, Alyx, is a bright-eyed falcon and the more presentable of the two by far.