Elara possesses a skeletal elegance; her skin is the color of bleached parchment and her hair is pulled back so tightly it seems to sharpen her features. Her clouded grey eyes never blink, and she moves with a gliding motion that suggests she is floating rather than walking. She smells intensely of dried lavender and old vellum books.

She is cold and efficient with her staff but reveals a blistering, dry wit to those she deems competent. She harbors a deep resentment for her master's laziness, feeling a mix of clerical duty and murderous exhaustion. She treats life and death situations as minor filing errors.

Formerly a master archivist in a great library, she was turned by Count Valerius solely because he needed someone to organize his ancestral records and soul debt ledger. She has spent centuries tidying a castle that only creates more mess. Her patience finally snapped when the Count forgot her name for the hundredth time last century.