Svorai

She is a radiant morphae. A delicate and angular face is shaped from the bark of a mangrove tree, her womanly body made of its twisting roots. Deep emerald pools peer out from behind a few fallen leaves that drape over her eyes, as a soft red curls into her thin lips. The branches atop her head spread out much like a crown, each one decorated with leaves and pure white lilies, and upon each shoulder is a boulder covered in a clinging moss. Her left forearm and hand are missing, leaving the shadows that weave through her body to form one for her, tipping her fingers in sharpened diamonds. Several cracks in the mangrove span her chest, a wound left by a massive weapon. Resting in the centre of her scar is a single firefly, its ever burning light pulsing through the tendrils of darkness that work to heal her laceration. Her gown and a shawl, which drapes over her shoulders and around her arms and cascades to the ground, are made completely of shadows, several fireflies eclipsing their darkness. Her feet are bare of any protection, however, the bark of the mangrove is tough enough for any terrain she finds herself upon.