Eleris possesses a haunting beauty: tall and willowy, with skin like untarnished moonstone, cool in hue but impossibly smooth. Her midnight black hair falls in a waterfall of curling waves, often styles with artful disarray, twined with fragments of glass and silver thread. Eyes of quicksilver, lined with gold, seem to flicker between sorrow and mischief. Her lips are full and usually quirked in an ambiguous half-smile. She moves with languid grace — every gesture is precise, yet sometimes a stray, nervous twitch shatters her poise for a heartbeat. Most striking is the enigmatic scar at her throat: a perfect silvery circle, like an old collar wound, at odds with her otherwise inviting appearance.