Purple, perfectly groomed hair clumsily hangs over a bony, charming face. Glinting aquamarine eyes, set a-symmetrically within their sockets, watch enthusiastically over the haven they've been isolated from for so long. A sword left a mark stretching from the right side of the forehead , running towards the tip of the nose and ending on her left cheek and leaves an amusing memory of unexpected friendship. The is the face of Felerai Stagrunner, a true challenger among elves. She stands easily among others, despite her brawny frame. There's something puzzling about her, perhaps it's her composure or perhaps it's simply a feeling of indifference. But nonetheless, people tend to become her friend, while trying to avoid her. | Anything