You notice an odd, almost godly aura about Alvy.

You see GameMaster Alvy, an Elven Warrior Mage.
She has pointed ears and violet eyes. Her golden hair is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has tanned skin. Alvy has transcended time.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a short-skirted loincloth sewn from bits of leather and knotted sinew, a battered leather pack of supple tanned skins harvested from problem children, a thorn-studded platinum navel ring strung with a winter-white diamond pentagram, a blackened hide bandeau knotted at the chest and roughly-cut shoulder straps, some black leather thigh boots swirled with tiny diamonds on the stiletto heels and a battered silver badge engraved with the word *SOON* surrounded in flames.