"Silver"

they / them Live and die in service.

about

A somber and quiet kal'dorei. Woman or man, such was not easily discerned whether by build or by voice, and their manner of dress did not seem to easily give up their secrets. The elf stood a full head shorter than most others of their kind, and yet despite their size their incredible fighting prowess was plain in the effortless strength and fluidity with which they carried themself. Ever watchful, their gaze passed over others nearby with a subtle intensity and deliberate scrutiny, though approaching them even neutrally gave way to an almost surprising soft warmth and gentle friendliness. Those who gave Silver a good-natured greeting were often addressed as "friend" even if not known to them, and Silver's linguistic knowledge was on full display at times as they seemed to match the language of those speaking to them when possible. Their words always seem carefully chosen, both out of kindness and consideration for those they speak to as much as to maintain a polite emotional distance.

Numerous scars were found frequently all over every part of the elf that could be seen, only lending to any perceptions of Silver's formidable skill in combat. Their soft, wavy snow-white hair was trimmed to not quite reach their shoulders, presumably to keep it out of their way... though this didn't seem to fully prevent it from doing what it liked and Silver was sometimes seen brushing their hair with one hand away from their left eye, which it often half-shaded. The weapons carried on their person varied, though all were handled with the casual effortlessness that comes with mastery.

pick pocket

Any who observe Silver for even some small amount of time to try and gauge the contents of their bags perceive whatever Silver carries to be quiet and light. They must only carry small items, or only a pittance of coinage.

In turn, reaching into Silver's bags, no matter which is tried, finds every single one of them bizarrely empty. No coins, no trinkets, nothing. Nothing! No tricks of breaching a Bag of Holding work at all, either.
Why do they carry bags on them, then? What is even the point of having bags on your person if not to hold things? Truly, having to even contemplate these questions boggles the mind.

acute sense of smell

To those of exceptional sensitivity to scent, the primary scent Silver carries is simply that of their clothing — the dust clinging to the flax cloth of their cloak, the faded smell of leather aged and well-worn. No perfumes or other overpowering, intentionally applied fragrances mask these subtler scents.

sense aura

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sense magic

Low but noticeable amounts of Astral magic, the combination of Nature and Arcane, flicker dimly over Silver's being. They show no signs of being under illusion spells of any kind, though the pattern of the Astral magic over their being is strangely quite similar to that seen on shapeshifted druids...