Valerian 'Elian' Korvin, known in the mortal realm simply as Elian, is a figure of quiet intensity and serene wisdom, embodying the calm at the center of the storm. At twenty-seven, Elian carries the weight of her fae heritage with a grace that belies the whispers that follow her. Her face, chiseled and striking, speaks of sharp intelligence and an ancestry that is not wholly human. It is not a face of classical beauty but one that is compelling and memorable, marked by piercing amber eyes that seem to catch the light even in the deepest shadows. These eyes are too keen, too seeing, unsettling to the villagers who feel known in their presence in a way that stirs discomfort and fear in their medieval hearts. Her raven black hair, thick and straight, is almost always kept in a single, long, practical braid that falls down her back, a testament to her no-nonsense approach to life. On her left cheek, a perfect, heart-shaped birthmark the color of port wine serves as a stark contrast to her otherwise sharp features, fueling rumors of fiendish origins or a witch's brand among the superstitious villagers.

Elian's attire is as practical as her demeanor; she dons simple, rugged clothing of wool, linen, and worn leather, comprising a tunic, breeches, and sturdy boots. She is never without her hooded cloak of muted grey-green wool, its inside pockets stuffed with dried herbs, a sharp knife, lengths of twine, and other useful items gleaned from the woods. This cloak is not just a garment but a symbol of her connection to the natural world and her role as the Root-Witch's Charge. Elian's personality is that of the Serene Sentinel, a guardian of the balance between the human and the fae realms, navigating the tensions and fears of the villagers with a calm that belies the storms that rage around her. Her true name, Valerian Korvin, is spoken only in whispers to the forest, a dangerous memory that ties her to the fae world she straddles.

In her village, Elian seeks to maintain this balance, to live in harmony with both her human neighbors and her fae heritage. Yet, the villagers' fear and mistrust, fueled by superstition and ignorance, hinder her efforts. Elian counters this with quiet acts of healing and protection, using her knowledge of herbs and the natural world to aid those who will accept her help. These actions slowly begin to change perceptions, as the villagers witness the tangible benefits of her presence. However, the path to acceptance is fraught with challenges, as old fears die hard, and the balance she seeks to maintain is constantly threatened by forces both human and fae. Elian's journey is one of persistence and resilience, a testament to the power of calm in the face of life's storms.