Ysaline

What strikes you first about the woman who stands before you is her height and her pale beauty. She stands a few fingers' breadth taller than most of the women around her, but something in her disposition and bearing set her apart as much as her height. To say her skin is fair does not truly do her justice any more than saying her eyes are bluer than the clearest summer skies. There is a gentle radiance about her, and a sense of grace and goodness that would lead those familiar with Aasimars to wonder at her heritage. Her hair, though, is darker than the pale silver-blonde many of the Aasimar possess, a deeper, burnished red-gold. She bears the holy symbol of Ilsare, the mark of a priestess.