Bryn

To elf and non-elf alike, Bryn's wild heritage is unmistakable: broad green eyes flecked with gold peer through hair that, grown long and kept well, might mark royalty. Instead, matted with dirt and cut brutally, it marks someone more concerned with defending herself from animals while hunting for the day's meal. Thin, the shape of her younger years lingers, offset by the subtle tone she uses to carry herself with a predator's lethal grace.

To a non-elf, her appearance may provoke a sense of sheltering benevolence: with a scrubbing, some time spent growing her hair out (or at least a less careless trimming), and perhaps some more time spent learning to behave in a civilized way and bear herself with dignity, she might pass for a young lady of high-elven birth.

Yet to elven eyes, this kind of thinking is tempered by a quiet, gnawing sense of revulsion. Her eyes are just a little too wide -- cheeks a little too angular -- brow a little too pronounced -- hair a little too colorful. Her true ancestry is subtle, even easily missed, but its effect is offputting even subconsciously. To another elf, her only saving grace might be her youth: she appears no older than her fiftieth year.