Dagonar

Lurinor was once a sun-elf, back in her former life. She once had beautiful dark bronze skin, that has over the centuries, dulled and lost its pigment due to sudden lack of exposure to the sun, after a life constantly lived in its shine. Her eyes were once a deep brown, almost black, to deal with the brightness of her environment, before she was transformed and began spending all of her waking hours in darkness, now glowing a haunting green. Gone are the light cloth and silk garments meant for staving off extreme temperatures and preventing true damage from the sun's rays, replace with equally appealing and wonderfully crafted gothic dresses, to match her new life as a trophy servant girl to dark creatures of the night.

She is of average height for a sun-elf, shorter than the average wood elf, but taller than most dark elves. Though she is far less built than she once was, now no longer needing to toil away at a job during the day. She now prefers to lounge in the gargantuan fortress of her master, drinking wine, observing Dagonar's hunts before cleaning up after them, and baiting new prey for the monster she serves. Even if her musclature has diminished, her new condition of vampirism lends her more strength than a lifetime of working hard could ever bring.