Hair: Blonde, fine and silky, Winnowill-long, & sometimes seems like all there is to her is her hair
Eyes: Large, haunting, and distant; violet
Nose: Thin & straight
Mouth: Thin upper lip, lips often slightly parted
Ears: Spiked
Overall face: Prominent cheekbones, wide-eyed and sometimes looks lost
Skin shade: Whiter than white. :)
Build: Tall, and so thin she looks like you could break her in half
Voice: Rarely speaks, but her voice is childish and slightly husky from rare usage
Color scheme: White & light colors
Clothes: A long dress which sort of hangs from a strap around her neck (think Savah-style)
Jewelry: Varies- often given jewelry by members of the tribe
Weapons: The tribe is very careful to keep weapons out of her hands
History: When her parents Recognized, her mother tried to refuse Recognition, and was practically raped by the elf she had Recognized. Whispersong's mother died giving birth to her months too early. The baby almost didn't make it, but with almost constant attention from a healer, she pulled through. However, something wasn't quite...right about the baby. She seemed to be brain damaged, but her sweet, innocent personality won over the tribe, so they made the extra effort to keep her alive.
Magic: Weak sending, occasionally prophetic
Personality: Childish- sweet and honest. She often gets lost, and is the tribe's charity case, however, her winning smile and innocence usually win over even the most hard-hearted. She is popular with the children. Occasionally, she will have prophetic visions, which usually come true. Though she rarely speaks, when she does, it is usually to report a vision, and everyone listens.
Skills: She can do simple tasks if supervised. Everyone goes to her to tell their problems, since she doesn't talk back, and never gossips.
Likes: Warmth, people, pretty things
Dislikes: Cold, dark, pain
Outlook on life: There is debate as to whether she realizes that what is going on around her is life.