Hazel, the painted elf.
At first glace she seems ordinary; her hair is silvery and smooth and her body is full of curves, almost as if she is an angelic being of sorts. Though, she is not at peace, bearing the mark of steel over her right eyebrow.

She has an act of grace and elegance, a forest sort. Stealthy and whitty, but called beautiful. Her calm blue eyes suit her well, and as does her name of the gold, silver, and mithril bands set in her hair wrapping themselves around painted strands of hair.



She is wearing:
a pair of fine leather boots
a skimpy leather skirt
a forest green traveller's cloak
a Finely crafted Elven Breast Plate

She is wielding:
a steel scimitar
a Elven blade

She is carrying:
a potion of recall
a delicate silk shirt
a Leather Ruck sack
--a enchanted long sword
--a small pink slip of paper
--a tall, dark green bottle of Kaamaran red wine
--a dark green bottle of Cthulhu's Delight
--an opaque bottle of Serenian Ale
a potion of recall
a large flower basket
--a black rose
--a beautiful white rose
--a lovely iris
a black rose

Blah, blah, blah.. too much stuff...

`Wildie