Seren moves with a fluid grace, her long white hair flowing like a silver river behind her. Her form-fitting elvish-style armor glimmers faintly with intricate leaf motifs etched into mithril mesh, hugging her lithe figure without restricting movement. Draped over her shoulders is a deep emerald green cape with a hood, sometimes pulled low over her glowing green eyes which flicker eerily in dim light. Her skin is unnaturally pale, almost porcelain, contrasting sharply with the battle scars curling like black vines across her left forearm, an odd juxtaposition against her ethereal appearance. When she walks, there’s a quiet patience, but the tension in her shoulders hints at tightly held resolve.