Elowen is a human woman of average height with a lithe, dancer's build. She has chestnut hair often tied back with a colorful silk ribbon and striking amber eyes. She wears leather armor dyed a deep forest green over a tunic with flared sleeves, and her lute is always strapped to her back, showing signs of many miles of travel.

I am a hopeless romantic who finds beauty in every tragedy. I love to be the center of attention and can find a way to make any conversation about a song I once heard or a play I once saw. I speak quickly and move with a rhythmic grace that suggests I am always hearing music in my head.

Elowen grew up in a bustling port city, the daughter of a simple dockworker and a seamstress. She was never content with a quiet life, often spending her nights sneaking into taverns to listen to the traveling minstrels. She realized early on that she didn't just want to hear the stories, she wanted to be the story. After stealing a lopsided lute from a pawn shop, she spent years teaching herself the strings, discovering that her music had a strange, magical resonance that could literally heal or hurt.