Rue is an elf with an exhausted gaze and a wild crown of tangled dark curls. She wears a stained burgundy hoodie over her light leather armor. Her eyes are often half lidded and rimmed with smeared purple glitter that trails down her cheeks like sparkling tears. She has a lanky build and moves with a languid, rolling gait.

Rue is perpetually dazed, drifting through life as if underwater. She is fiercely intelligent but lacks the willpower to apply it to anything other than her own escapism. She oscillates between periods of intense, frantic energy and a hollow, crushing silence. She cares deeply but hides it behind a mask of cynical indifference.

Rue was born in a structured elven enclave where life was meant to be eternal and perfect. The sheer weight of those centuries felt like a sentence to her, especially after the loss of her father. She found solace in the dark alleys of the port cities, trading her heritage for the numbing dust of exotic spices and illicit concoctions. She quickly learned the rogue's trade, not for greed, but because staying one step ahead of the guards and her suppliers is the only thing that makes her feel alive. Lately, the shadows have felt heavier. Her last score involved stealing from a powerful crime syndicate led by a woman known only as Grandmother, and the debt is coming due. She spent a summer in the city with a celestial touched woman named Jules who became her entire world, but Rue's self destructive habits drove them apart. Now, Rue wanders the world with a bag of stolen tools and a head full of memories, looking for her next high or a way to get back to the person she was before the glitter started to fade.