I'll try to manage a post this weekend, but it is an exceptionally busy one with family converging from all sides
I've emailed you my character sheet from level one, I know you'll need to up it to third level.
If someone gets a post in before me...here is what the party will have learned of her in our travels together ...you are free to take your own interpretations of her character, of course
En'Aranthea Cormlond is likely the youngest Sylvari you've seen, unless you have been in Sylvari lands as a trusted visitor. In human terms, she's on the young side of a teenager, for all of her skill in fighting. She's a bladesinger, or
Megilindar and if you didn't know what that is beforehand, you got to witness the fluid, almost poetic forms of the bladesinger fighting style when the sla'kar attacked.
En'Aranthea is of noble birth among the sylvari and is, indeed, a cousin of the Sylvari paladin (whose name escapes me, hehe). She's uncomfortable around the mixed races, especially those of part Sylvari blood, but tries to hide it with formal courtesy (up to each of you if you notice and/or are offended by it). Her manner of speech is likewise formal, partly due to her station, but also likely to her unfamiliarity with Common. She makes the occasional error in using common phrases, or takes a moment to remember a word, so it's clear she has not been speaking Common for long, and must be translating in her head.
Physically, she is tall (for Sylvari) and slender, seemingly too frail for the slightly curved longsword she bears so well. Her brown leather armour is intricately tooled with complex designs of trees, vines and other plants. Most Sylvari wear their hair long and unbound, but her golden blonde hair is woven into intricate braids around her head, all joining a single braid down her back. Small lopsided white flowers are woven into her braids, and give off an invigorating scent for such fragile seeming blooms (the healer among you will recognize the flowers as Aranthea's Heart, a prized herb with many curative properties).
The wide green eyes of a dreamer look out of a heart-shaped face, and she has the full lips of one who would smile often, if she weren't so serious. For all her beauty, the fineness of her armour and cloak are the only signs of any vanity, and she does not fuss over her appearance as you would expect of a noble woman. Indeed, she lavishes the most care on the plain, unadorned sword she carries, almost as if it were worth more than her own life.
Anyway, didn't mean to write a novel, nor looking for the same from everybody else, but wanted to give my fellow players a glimpse of the Sylvari maiden you've been travelling with these long days