Eliza stands five feet eight inches tall with a lithe and muscular build. She has long, auburn hair usually pulled back in a practical, wind-swept braid that is littered with small twigs and leaves. Her skin is tanned and marked by thin scars from years of navigating brambles. Her most striking feature is her vivid green eyes, which often seem to be tracking movement that others cannot yet see. She wears well-oiled leather armor over forest-green tunics, looking every bit the ghost of the woodlands.

Eliza is fiercely independent and prefers the company of oaks to the company of lords. She has little patience for the formalities of city life and speaks with a blunt, refreshing honesty. Despite her rough exterior, she possesses a deep, quiet empathy for those who are marginalized or helpless. She believes that the wild is the only place where a person can truly discover who they are supposed to be.

Born on the fringes of a Great Forest, Eliza is the child of a human master-gardener and an elven ranger who defended the village borders. From a young age, she found the organized rows of her father's garden less interesting than the chaotic, shifting paths of her mother's woods. She learned to listen to the wind and track the deer long before she learned the protocols of human greeting. Her childhood was a blend of two worlds that never quite merged, leaving her feeling like a perpetual outsider in both civilized elven enclaves and bustling human towns. When a plague of unnatural undead began to seep from the forest depths and threaten her home, Eliza did not wait for the local militia to organize. She took her mother's longbow and tracked the source of the rot herself, spending months alone in the heart of the woods. She found that the silence of the hunt brought her a clarity she had never known. Now, she travels the world to act as a barrier between the common folk and the shadows that crawl out from the dark, untamed places of the earth. She views herself not as a hero, but as a necessary balance in a world that often forgets its origins.