#lythen

Description:

Little can be said to discredit the inherent beauty present in the noble features of this particular elven creature. High cheekbones and a carefully hewn jawline present an image of prestigious heritage and high esteem. However, the lean lines of her face are often set into a fierce scowl and the perfect porcelain sculpture perpetually twisting with brewing hostility. Green war paint crafted from a crushed mixture of unripened berries and fresh tree sap is also smeared upon her cheeks on most occassions however, she will occassionally abandon this practise when among more civilized company.

A pair of slender elven brows are almost always drawn together into a tight knot, the same hue as her thick mane of teal strands. Her hair is a peculiar texture, appearing from a distance to be quite ordinary yet in close proximity one can examine a dense cluster of viridian leaves woven almost unnoticably into strands. These tresses are usually tucked away with a woven band, only her unruly bangs managing to find their freedom from captivity, falling partially across her sculpted features in a haphazard manner.

Once a gently ripened violet, her smooth flesh has faded into pale lime, darkening at her extremities and alternating between mixed shades of darkened greens and vivid lavender. Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that these darker patches are an accumulation of soft moss clustered atop the flesh. It seems to alternate between being present and being absent on varying days. Jade claws extend from the tips of her fingers, a similarly colored substance protruding from her forehead in a spatter of miniscule spines. This hardened jade substance is a peculiarly colored accumulation of tree roots, sprouting from beneath the flesh as though it were perfectly ordinary to do so. More of these dark green roots protrude from her spine and from the tips of her elbows in hooked thorn shapes.

Several small violet hoops line the length of her elongated ears, the brisk curve marked with a pair of tiny beads inserted into each of them. Other dangling pieces of jewellery adorn her slender ears, namely two cloudy amethysts at the lobes and on occassion, a lavender chain suspended along the length of one ear. Anklets fashioned from the same lavender-colored metallic material are visible, sometimes adorning herself in bracers of identical design at her wrists. Minimal clothing is worn at any given time, relying primarily on a compiled assortment of vivid violet leaves to grant her modesty in addition to some other items tied to her frame with woven vines. Within Suramar, only a slight attempt is made to aim for more modest attire, shrouding herself in a sapphire cloak touched with hints of purple hewn into the fabric itself - likely through the use of instable arcane magic.

A bladed staff is often strapped to her frame with a harness crafted with assorted vines and adorned with violet leaves. However, she often wields the weapon in a hostile manner rather than allowing it to remain sheathed. The staff itself is decorated with a multitude of feathers, leaves and what appear to be animal trophies strapped to the shaft, the hilt and the pommel. These trophies consist of an amaglamated assortment of teeth, claws and a variety of small bones dangling from the weapon.

History/Reputation:

All records of Lythandra's existence seem to indicate a spotted past, known to most as a frequent nuisance. Suramar's local authorities are likely to be aware of crimes committed shortly after the Legion's occupation of Suramar. It didn't take long for these violent protests to grant her exile from the city along with her twin sister (Lythendra).

Some of Thalyssra's other sympathizers may recognize these twins as members of the rebellion, however neither of the two participated in the seige of the Nighthold, simply aiding their brethren in Shal'Aran. By the time they joined the rebellion, they had already altered their bodies through some peculiar unknown method, now barely recognizable as the descendants of Lianne Y'sendris - a notable arcanist that went missing several years before the Legion's pact with Elisande. Only those very familiar with Suramar's nobility might note their resemblance to the late lady Y'sendris.