Kaelith moves with a feline grace that betrays her elven heritage, her gestures smooth and deliberate like a dancer weaving through shadows. Her long, raven-black hair falls in a single thick braid down her back, intertwined with silver threads that shimmer faintly in low light. Her clothes are a mismatched patchwork of midnight blue leather and dark silks, tailored to silence her movements but embroidered with subtle arcane sigils—an unexpected hint of mysticism contrasting her rogue’s pragmatism. Her left hand is adorned with slender silver rings that rattle faintly, a habitual distraction. Despite her slight stature, there is a palpable tension in her posture, as if perpetually coiled for sudden action. A thin scar runs from the corner of her left eye down her cheek, usually hidden beneath the shadow of her hood, hinting at past conflicts.