Mariseiel stands tall. Her elegant figure is graceful and attractive to most any. Her steel-grey eyes are aged and hold a regal, if somewhat sad light. Her hair is as threads of raven midnight, sparkling as stars with each glimmer of light that falls upon the shining strands. It falls loose around her slender shoulders and down to her mid-back, perfectly straight. Her posture is perfect and regal. Everything about her would seem guarded, even militant. Around the mortal races she would be somewhat stiff and guarded, with flashing eyes and a cut voice. Seeming void of emotion. Though around other of the Eldar her true spirit is shown... or at least in part. for to most of her own kind she can be seen as guarded but never unkind, wary though accepting in spirit. Her voice is soft, speaking always in a half-whisper, most words spoken in monotone. Around her very few friends the more fragile side of her can be seen. Lonely and wistful but accepting of duty. With a militant spirit though yearning heart for true peace, and love that she is sure she will never find.