Elara stands tall with sun-bronzed skin and hands covered in the faint white scars of a woodworker. Her dark hair is tightly braided and pinned back with a cedar hairpin she carved herself. She wears practical leather armor stained with sap and green moss, with a heavy cloak made of rough-spun wool.

Elara is as patient and deliberate as the growth of an old oak. She speaks softly and prefers to listen to the wind or the grain of wood rather than the chatter of a city square. She believes that any problem can be solved if one simply takes the time to look for the natural flaw and apply pressure in the right spot.

Born to a family of furniture makers, Elara spent her youth in the heart of a bustling metropolis. She was apprenticed to the local Woodcarvers Guild at age twelve and quickly became a master of intricate floral reliefs. However, her work became increasingly strange as she began claiming that the wood told her how it wanted to be shaped. She grew to despise the practice of harvesting healthy trees just for vanity. This philosophical rift peaked when she sabotaged her guild's attempt to clear-cut a sacred grove for a royal commission. Cast out and labeled a radical, Elara retreated into the wild. She found that her artistic obsession was actually a nascent connection to the primal forces of the earth. Now, she views the entire world as a living sculpture in progress. She uses her skills to protect the spirits of the forest, acting as a bridge between the civilized world she left behind and the wild she now calls home.