Elara is a striking High Elf with platinum hair pulled into a severe bun and eyes the color of frozen mercury. She wears the torn remains of noble finery over high-quality leather under-armor, displaying her powerful, scarred physique. Her weapon of choice is a massive greataxe that seems too heavy for her slender frame.

Elara is devastatingly articulate and maintains a veneer of cold, high-society boredom until the first drop of blood is spilled. She views combat as the only honest social interaction remaining in a world of lies. She is fiercely protective of those she deems 'worthy' of her lineage.

Born into the opulent House Vane, Elara was expected to spend her centuries negotiating trade pacts and arranging marriages. However, she found the courtly etiquette to be a cage for her internal volatility. During a banquet that went horribly wrong, she discovered that the 'red mist' of fury allowed her to see the world with a terrifying, absolute clarity. She eventually abandoned her inheritance to hunt the greatest beasts of the frontier, finding more peace in the scream of a monster than the whisper of a diplomat. After two centuries of carnage, she has achieved a state of primal perfection. She occasionally returns to her family estate to remind her relatives that while they play at power, she has become the very manifestation of it. She balances her life between high-class lounges and blood-soaked pits, often drinking the most expensive wine available while covered in the gore of a freshly slain dragon.