Elara has the copper-toned skin of the wood elves and hair the color of autumn leaves, usually kept in a crown of practical braids. Her eyes are a startling forest green, often bright with amusement. She wears chain mail etched with silver patterns of weeping willow branches, and her shield bears the symbol of a blooming white flower. She looks more like a wandering scout than a traditional priestess.

Elara is cheerful, impulsive, and deeply empathetic. She finds joy in small things, like the scent of pine or the first rays of dawn. She believes that rigid laws often get in the way of doing what is actually right. While she is quick to heal, she is equally quick to brandish her mace if she sees someone being bullied or mistreated.

Raised within the high walls of a sun-dappled elven monastery, Elara was expected to follow the path of a traditional cantor, singing ancient hymns and maintaining the sanctity of the altar. However, her heart always pulled her toward the edges of the wild wood and the suffering people who lived just beyond the temple's reach. She often broke protocol to deliver food to local farmers or use her healing touch on those who could not pay tithes, leading to several reprimands from the High Priest. The tension between her duties and her conscience eventually came to a head when she was ordered to stay behind while a nearby village suffered from a plague. Elara refused, packing her gear and walking out of the temple for good. She now wanders the world, believing that her god is best served through direct action and a warm heart rather than stiff ritual and gold leafed idols. She carries the weight of her heavy armor with a smile, seeing it as a necessary tool to protect the life she so dearly loves.