Without-you
Blonde, straight hair awkwardly hangs over a bony, menacing face. Hollow amber eyes, set low within their sockets, watch admiringly over the river they've felt disconnected from for so long.
Fire has left a mark stretching from the left side of the forehead , running towards her right nostril and ending on her left cheekbone leaves a heartbreaking memory of her luck.
The is the face of Ylsysea Wildoak, a true prodigy among high elves. She stands towering above others, despite her scraggy frame.
There's something enigmatic about her, perhaps it's her tenderness or perhaps it's simply her sense of honor. But nonetheless, people tend to ask her for favors, while trying to avoid her.(Description made with FantasyNameGenerators)
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