Elowen is a lithe, athletic wood elf with skin the color of tanned cedar. Her hair is a deep, mossy green tied back in practical braids, and her eyes are the sharp amber of a hawk. She wears muted greens and browns, her armor scuffed from years of tracking through briars and stony peaks. She always carries a recurve longbow that seems to be an extension of her own arm.

I feel more at home among the trees than in a city. I am slow to trust others, but once I give my word, it is as solid as an ancient oak. I value silence and the natural order of life and death, often observing a situation from the shadows before deciding to intervene.

Elowen was raised on the high slopes of the Starry Peaks, serving as a scout for her hidden clan. Her peaceful existence ended when a surge of monstrosities, twisted by some forgotten magic, tore through her forest home. She watched the balance of the wilds collapse as apex predators were slaughtered by unnatural horrors. Since then, she has dedicated herself to hunting these aberrations that do not belong in the natural cycle. Her travels have taken her far from the mountains of her youth. She now walks the boundary between civilization and the untamed wilds, acting as a silent guardian for those who wander too close to things they do not understand. Her survival skills are legendary, born from necessity and a refusal to see another grove fall to corruption. Every arrow she fletches is a promise to return the world to its rightful state, one beast at a time.