Height: 5'2"
Weight: 125lbs.

Arra is a small thing, leaning vastly more on her elven heritage than whatever other mixed blood she came from. It is more than just size, for there is something distinctly otherworldly about her appearance. The sheen of her golden skin is just slightly too lustrous, the silver of her hair almost metallic. Her features are angular and elfin, giving her a feral appearance. She is not beautiful in any conventional sense, her limbs lanky despite her small stature.

Perhaps it is the angular set of her features, that make her look so. Perhaps it is the war paint that she regularily paints around her eyes and at her brow. She doesn't look dangerous, she is just too small for that, yet there is something disquieting about her. She generally clutches a hickory staff in one hand, with a pair of wicked looking carving knives with hilts of bone at her hips, and a wooden shield on her back, with a hint of studded leathers beneath her simple traveler's clothes. Her golden eyes are inhumanly large, and far too old for the face that frames them.