Téahtli is a lean, long-limbed wood elf woman with weathered copper-red hair usually braided close to her head. Her green eyes are bright and watchful, and a pale scar cuts through her left eyebrow. She wears practical scale mail beneath a green-gray cloak, both repaired many times. A raven named Tlakolli often perches on her shoulder or circles above her camp. Her hands are callused from bowstring, travel, and hard work.

Téahtli is quiet, practical, and difficult to impress. She prefers useful work to ceremony and trusts people who keep their promises when no one is watching. Beneath her guarded manner is a patient kindness, especially toward frightened travelers, injured animals, and anyone who feels lost. She has a dry sense of humor that appears most often when danger is at its worst.

Téahtli was born among a wood elf settlement that guarded a stretch of old forest where the roads ended and the hills began. Her mother taught her to read tracks, wind, and birdsong, while her father worked as a bowyer for travelers and hunters. As a child, Téahtli learned that survival was less about strength than attention. The forest always warned you before danger arrived, if you were humble enough to listen. When she was still young, an orc war band descended on the settlement during a winter migration. Téahtli survived by hiding beneath a collapsed root cellar, but many of her kin did not. Days later, she found an injured raven trapped in the ruins and nursed it back to health. She named the bird Tlakolli, after an old family word for a stubborn little survivor. Since then, the two have traveled together, guiding caravans, scouting wilderness trails, and hunting orcs whenever their tracks cross. Téahtli knows hatred can become a chain, but she has not yet learned how to put it down. For now, she turns it toward protecting those who cannot defend themselves.