Avianne Thodis

A cascade of lustrous black hair and brilliant green eyes peering at you from a bench catches your eye. At first glance, the elezen woman appears like many others there that day in the bustle of the city. A simple white blouse covered with a worn but well-cared-for leather jacket in tones of brown wraps her slender form, and an earthy green skirt covers her lower half. Around her waist is a set of sturdy-looking leather pouches with delicate floral embossing and polished buckles. You see no obvious weapons about her person and she seems at peace.

Her expression seems to be one of carefully calculated passive-observation, which comes across as a bit sad or intense though her countenance looks open, warm, and approachable. Catching your eye she quickly looks down to a book in her lap, but you see the shadow of a smile on her lips. A flush at the tips of her pointed ears and about her cheeks highlighting the faint freckles splashed across her nose. She knows she was caught staring.