[i]And just like that, someone would appear, seemingly coming out of thin air, though perhaps it was the fact that she suddenly did something useful that made her stand out. She was a mage, by the looks of it, leaning heavily on the six-feet-and-seven-inches tall staff at her side, both hands clasped around the sturdy, black leather grip near the top of the staff, which consisted of a big, blue, rectangular gem, while the stave itself was made from oak wood. The girl herself couldn't be older than sixteen or seventeen, looking incredibly young and spritely, with lightly tanned skin and big, deep, swirling silver eyes that shone, twinkled, glimmered, and shimmered with a lust for life and childlike excitement for the world, pairing perfectly with her equally as silvery hair. The long, thick, healthy locks were tied into a crown braid (think Dany's hair from GoT), the braid itself draped over her left shoulder, reaching down to her chest. Sharp features made up the rest of her face, her nose adorably upturned and curving gently into her delicate forehead, while her lips were thin and curled into a grin. There were a few... odd features, though, and they stuck out like sores. Pointy, elf-like ears protruded from the girl's head, sticking out like knives, each about four inches in length, their underside adorned with colourful gemstones, ranging from rubies to amethysts, carefully set into her skin. Sticking out from just a bit away from her elf ears, the mage had a pair of thick, mighty draconian horns, the dark purple things sticking out a good few inches before curling forwards and slightly down, the ends going straight again. The horns shared their colour with the patch of scales that ran down her jawline and partially covered the middle of her forehead, fading into her hairline. A small freckle sat a little above the right corner of her lips. Her body was shrouded in a set of simplistic, grey robes, and yet despite her clothes, her curves were undeniable. The girl wasn't the most curvy one out there, of course, but she wasn't the flattest one either; she had a modest bust, really. Furthermore, her body was muscular, brimming with latent power even if it didn't show, all caused by her race. She stood at six-feet-and-one-inch exactly. It didn't take long at all for a group of bear-things to take notice of her, charging at the poor dragon-elf with loud, boisterous roars, their maws spread. The mage just lightly tapped the bottom of her staff on the floor, sending a shockwave of bright blue light at the creatures, enveloping them, annihilating their very being, devouring everything that made them be, molecules and atoms ripped apart. Once the wave faded, nothing of the monstrosities was left, while the girl still stood.[/i]