It's typically difficult for the average person to spot Gwena when she's on her guard as she slinks stealthily through the shadows.

Her dark hair and ashen complexion lend themselves to blending with the shadows that seem to coddle her while she moves. The dead giveaway is if you can spot her green eyes darting about looking for their next mark.

Tangled strands of a golden brown are visible in the deep mahogany of her hair, if you ask her she'll tell you her hair wasn't always so dark but that perhaps it's darkness itself that entangled itself in her follicles.

The odd person has sworn they could see shadowy claws running through it.

Her body is long and lithe, her movements are uncanny, much like the common Wood Elf Gwena is fast, if not stiflingly more so.

In a fight people swing but it's as if she merely vanishes before they can make contact. She's walked away from many gambling tables unscathed in this manner.

Much like her body her ears have retained similarities to her Wood Elf heritage though they appear to have warped over time, their shape becoming more intricate.

Whether this helps her hear better is up for debate, though her senses are difficult to beat. No one has yet managed to sneak up on her.

Gwena dresses typically in dark clothing, leafy greens, shadowy blacks and dark mottled browns.

Either side of her face dangle clumps of hair kept together by matching pairs of beads in her signature colour palette, a perfect compliment to her eyes, despite not being the most social creature it's clear she cares something about aesthetic.

Something seldom spoken of but often quickly noticed are the cracks that carve jagged paths from her eyes to her cheeks, they follow a trail similar to that of tears and mingle with shadowy tendrils that spread across her features often creeping further across her face when engulfed in shadow.