Ennerin bears a 6’1, slim and petite body. Her light/ almost white blonde hair reaches half way down her back in a gently wavy manner, and two braids are pinned either side of her head to tuck her hair behind her ears. She can always be seen wearing either blue or purple, her favourite colours, and is most likely to be wearing a hauberk rather than a dress, or just something that will cover the scar on her arm she received during an orc attack.
Ennerin’s young age (for an elf) reflects in her behaviour. She is active, curious and distracted, always looking for exploration and new opportunities. Her traumatic loss of her brother, though, did take away the carefree and cheerfulness she once had, and replaced it with a bad sort of resilience and easily-irritated side to her. She learned a bad habit of lying after her secret travels to Bree, and will always make out that she is tougher than she is; she will assure you that she needs no protection when in fact, she does. 
But generally, though not many do approach her because of her reserved and elusive nature (especially from recent events), she will speak to anyone she meets with kindness.