Elaris is a slender wood elf with the weathered elegance of someone who has spent a century handling rare objects and difficult people. Her skin has the muted bronze tone of polished cedar, marked by fine pale scars across her left cheek that resemble a cracked musical staff. Her long, dark copper hair is threaded with living green moss that remains fresh even in winter. She moves with a careful, gliding economy, never quite seeming to put her heels down. At first glance she appears delicate and aristocratic, but her hands are broad-knuckled, callused, and permanently stained with blue ink and lampblack. The unexpected contradiction is her smile, which is warm, crooked, and openly mischievous, making her look less like a refined elven musician and more like a successful smuggler who has learned excellent manners.