A wildcat, a giant hornet, a hunting dog, an enormous frog. The spirits of nature are strange in their choices of messengers or agents, so it is with Elo. A talent for psionics and a curiosity involving the animal world, Elo is a horror to watch, but a delight to meet or talk to. Her eyes luminous almost nuclear green seeming to expand from her shifting pupils the only light in dark almost black orbs. Her ears pointed and perked up, swiveling and moving as sounds absorb her peripheral attention, the shock of pure white hair hanging coyly over her eyes the only snow in the cascading inky blackness of her hair. She is always alert as though hungry and curious for experiences and trouble, in this idle activity her claw like finger nails dance tapping against one another in series, as though stillness and boredom would erode her mind and body.