Elwyn

Elwyn is beautiful, silly, talented, happy-go-lucky, and seems to know way too much for someone who looks as young as she does. Even for a long-lived elf, she's an extreme example. She *is* young, she *is* abnormally pretty, she *does* know an awful lot. Not even Elwyn herself is sure how. She dresses in reds and grays, wearing the kinds of fashion one would expect to bear heraldic symbols, though there are no such devices actually present. She is easily over six feet tall, long-limbed with a short torso and womanly hips. She is slender from head to toe, with long, thin fingers tipped by perfect nails. Her face is thin an elegant, expressive red eyes atop a thin nose and pale pink lips hiding a mouth full of perfectly proportioned teeth. Her face creases naturally into smiles and laughs. Her voice is high-pitched and musical, her laugh clear and bell-like. She moves with power and determination. She knows martial principles and practices, fighting with a fancy engraved short-sword. Her style is direct but flamboyant. She doesn't bother tying her long hair back for fights, instead letting the thick white curtain behave like a confusing cloak mid-battle.
Elwyn is an elf through and through, friendly and congenial, raised in the normal manner of same: steeped in song and dance and poetry and magic and swordplay. She has, to an extent, blended all of the above. She is quick to laugh, quick to trust, and quick to vent her anger and forgive.
Elwyn has been a wanderer for close to thirty years, and something of a philanderer for most of that time. She has no children yet by some miracle of maiden tea and luck. Pleasures of the physical realm--good food, good drink, and a good lay--are weaknesses of hers. Her exotic good looks and friendly, happy personality go a long way toward allowing her to indulge them frequently.