Khyrsetina is a moon elf newly arrived in Dagger Falls from Deepingdale, where she lived in relative chaos her first century or so of life.
She's taller than average for an elf, athletic, luckily natural since the idea of regimented exercise is horrifying to her. She has sable hair, with laughing silver green eyes, and a smile that seldom leaves.
At one time Khyrsetina wanted to be a bard, but well... lacked a pretty voice. "She sounds like a raven with it's tail on fire..." put her music teacher. Add being mostly tone deaf to that, and there will be no Great Minstrel Khyrsetina.
Her wizardly studies went all right, she showed talent, except for not paying attention by flirting and playing pranks.
With blade or bow, Khyrsetina did well, especially when her natural grace could be used, or sneaking. She greatly worried the folk of Highmoon with her fascination with locks, too.
Last year it seemed as if she'd finally found a path, after watching archers who mixed their archery with the Weave, firing uncanny shots, even seeing one whose arrows could explode! But alas, it was not to be...
Last month came a night of evermead, a dare, the Captain's wife's unmentionables, and a flagpole... The next day, Khyrsetina was told to leave, come back when she'd learned something of getting along better.
Undaunted, she arrives in Dagger Falls, ready with her bow or a laugh, holding that dream of magical archery in her merry heart.