Briar is a startlingly slender tiefling with pale green skin that looks almost translucent in moonlight, as if the veins beneath it have learned the shape of leaves. Her long horns rise back from her forehead in smooth, antlerlike arcs, polished at the tips by years of brushing against bark and branch. She wears a sparse wrap of braided leaves, vine-fiber cords, and a few tiny bone charms that flash white when she moves. Her long green hair hangs in wet-looking ribbons down her back, though it is usually dry, springy, and alive with bits of moss and seed husks. She crouches with a predator's stillness in high branches, yet her expression is gentle, almost wistful, like someone listening to a lullaby only she can hear. The contradiction that makes her unforgettable is the elegance of her movements paired with the raw, half-feral way she nocks arrows, as if a court archer and a forest spirit were sharing the same body.