Luna

Blue, shoulder-length hair slightly covers a fresh, charming face. Hooded gray eyes, set seductively within their sockets, watch fondly over the homes they've barely related to for so long. A gunshot left a mark reaching from just under the right eye, running towards the tip of the nose, and ending on her right cheek, leaving a beautiful memory of redeemed honor. This is the face of Luna Wildoak, a true adventurer among night elves. She stands small among others, despite her lean frame. There's something inexplicable about her, perhaps it's a feeling of arrogance or perhaps it's simply a feeling of shame. But nonetheless, people tend to befriend her, while commending her for her deeds. ⚠️ Fair warning. This is my first time trying something like this, so I apologize if it's not that good. ⚠️