Olive green eyes shine under a pronounced brow and freckles smatter her face. Chestnut hair is cut short and choppily, though it is not borne of shame or disgrace; Rather, it seems to be militant, intentional, and even stylish. Silver and gold piercings line her ears, and her beard is kempt, pulled into a simple silver clasp.
 

With the arms and bearing of a fighter, Arlis usually portrays a strong disposition, standing and walking like a soldier, and usually with some building supplies or documents in hand.
 

Most often, she sports masculine clothes, worn but of good quality. Always a silver necklace's chain disappears into the neckline, and always there is a silver wedding band on her finger, no matter the attire. Her fine leather belt has an impressively crafted round shield buckle on it, which Dwarves may note to be Khazâd-steel infused with mithril.
 

Arlis is a dwarf from the Blue Mountains, looking no more than a century old, standing no more than 4'5" tall; her profile is that of a Longbeard, but there's a Broadbeam edge to her frame and a Firebeard mein in both hair and personality. To her kin, it's no secret that she appears to be a dame, but most Men/Elves/Hobbits will probably mistake her for a lad.
 

She tries to hold herself as someone stern and confident, yet friendly enough, never hostile until you give her reason to be. When she does speak, her voice is akin to a gentle river -- deep, slow, and cool. With those she's truly close with, her real personality blossoms, though she stays plenty laconic. She's been practicing her sarcasm lately, and has been much better about her social abilities and speech. But she still relapses into awkward...
 

She has not been around Bree-town proper a whole lot, lately, but rather in the Stone Quarter or off the road at the small cluster of Dwarves' cottages she lives within. Locals may notice, after an absence, she's hanging around the bar in town again, more enterprising, and speaking a little more well-educated-ly. But she's still pretty gauche...