You see before you an elven woman, her armor is as red as her blazing short cut hair and on her back she has a huge shield with the crest of Ilsare skilfully painted upon it's surface. She is slightly shorter than other women of her race but she has a huge warhammer, the handle almost twice as thick as her wrist, hanging from her belt and she carries her huge backpack without buckling a notch under it's weight. The woman seems to have been blessed with the best of the elven lineage, she has a hauntingly beautiful face with a small perfect nose, eyes deep emerald green, her short hair burning red, mouth as red and frail as the bud of a rose, featuring a small slightly curved smile. Her face is so beautiful that one might mistake her for an angel, but then she looks at you, and for some reason grins arrogantly, which effectively dispels that illusion.