"Waara" Eligre Ai'loki, description.
At a glance, you perceive an extremely young female elf of the forests, no more than 180 years old, with bronze coloured scale wings of a dragon. She seems to be about 5'2", but it is hard to tell, as she sits huddled in a corner of the building. Her rags and skin are terribly travel stained, to the point that it is impossible to tell her natural skin pigmint from the sandy dust. Long hair the colour of fresh soil reaches her waistline, and shows many signs of disrepair and tangles, as well and much sand from the trails and her trials. You come to realise this elf is often sitting in corners of taverns. The young maiden has the look of a beggar, someone below society’s ranks. She shows signs of starvation and loneliness, and looks enviously at the other patrons.
Many have puzzled over Eligre’s existence, as the Synvanesti often take care of their own. Her eyes continuously flit around the room, watching nothing and everything at once. She flinches as a patron walks by her in the room, further recoiling into the shadows. Her tarnished bronze coloured wings occasionally involuntarily twitch forward to cover herself, as an armour versus whoever, or whatever, had wronged her. Her arm quickly shoots out, and picks out a small crust of bread that fell from the nearby table, and then retreats to her corner, half shrouded in darkness, seemingly frightened of retribution for such an act. As she calms, she sees you, and hides her face within her knees and wings, shakily humming a calming tune.