Tall for an elf, Desra stands at five feet ten inches tall.  From a distance, the gaunt elf with her pale hair almost appears as a ghost, though on closer inspection her charming smile and feminine curves mark her as both attractive and sensual.  Trained at a young age to bear her family's ancestral sword she has developed a deep bond with the ancient piece of metal which hangs easily within reach on her waist.  Clad in chain armor and wearing such a fine blade, she is often mistaken for an aspiring duelist or martial aspirant, a deception Desra quickly buys into when it serves to her benefit.

A rogue by profession and in spirit, the elf Desra found living amongst her disciplined, long-lived people stifling and took to life with humans.  A disciple of the natural order of things, she considers herself unbound from conventional morality.  When she is hungry she eats, when she sees something she desires, she takes it, regardless of whether or not those items come from nature or the unfortunate urban merchant.

Recent dealings with figures of "authority" have enlightened Desra, and she has become slightly wiser in her interpretation of "living free".