Ceriandel is a comely elf-maiden, at 5' she stands tall for kind she yet remains petite from a human perspective. Well proportioned she conveys a sense of strength, confidence and wisdom, shifting easily between moments of quiet solitude and jovial merriment.

   Even for an elf she holds an exotic beauty, something of her features and bearing unlike the elves one is likely to see - emerald green eyes shining out from a seductively angelic face, framed with a shining mane of striking silver-white hair. And an alluring air hangs about her, sweetly approachable yet hinting at something wild and mysterious beneath.
   She moves with a feral grace, clad in form-fitting black leather armor and boots. A broad girdle wraps about her narrow waist, various small tools and pouches attached or tucked within. A haversack is slung on her back, a short bow of yew, died black, accompanying it. And at her side a longsword of simple design is secured, ready to be wielded along with a small wooden shield of dark brown wood.