This Elvish maiden's raven-black hair falls down to her shoulders, kept long and loose. An unusual sight of this would be the comb she wears in her hair, made out of bone and inlaid with fine black onyx Gems. Her pure black eyes glow feverishly, a foreboding sign of the doom that is to be hers and her kin's in the days to come. Her build is lithe and slender, just as much as any other elf, and her face is adorned with impressively (even for one of her kind) detailed spiral markings, the saârdh of her people, which rest on her cheeks, and her forehead.

Looking at her you see that the garbs she wears are extraordinarly grim and black for an Elf. Her hands are always covered in black silk gloves, and she usually carries a finely woven bag containing parchment, papers, and bits and pieces of paint and paintbrushes. She is clearly an artist.

Her demeanour is somber, and her tone rather serious. She possesses an eerie sense of dark humour, and the aura around her is one of sinister dark. Lights seem to dim in her presence.