Green, sleek hair double braided to reveal a sculpted, radiant face. Woeful red eyes, set gracefully within their sockets, watch longingly over the woods they've grown affactionate of for so long.
A sword left a mark stretching from just under the right eye , first running towards her fairly big lips and ending on her right cheek and leaves a painful burden of lost comrades.

The is the face of Sillaesa Dawnwhisper, a true mercenary among elves. She stands short among others, despite her athletic frame.

There's something curious about her, perhaps it's her sense of comradery or perhaps it's simply her good will. But nonetheless, people tend to pretend to be her best friend, while thinking of ways to become her friend.