Hwiltis is a solitary character. She carries herself with pride, but is simply, even shabbily dressed. Most often she is seen in a plain leather tunic which exposes her arms, legs and unshod feet, and is made from the hide of a black wolf of Taur-nu-Fuin. Within the depths of the forests, she blends into her surroundings - dressed in light garments that give the illusion of her skin being covered in a scale-mail of leaves.

Her hair is a deep dark ebony. It appears black unless under bright sunlight, when a brown sheen becomes visible. She must have never cut it for the past ages as it is very, very long. Even kept in its usual practical braided style it reaches below her hips. 

The tan on her already warm olive skin reflects her nomadic lifestyle: rarely does she not rest under the stars. 

A scowling face and heavy brows above piercing green eyes don't make for the most approachable demeanor. There's a strange, unsettling intensity about her, which is only worsened by her silent disposition.

But when addressed, she mostly responds in a soft-spoken and not unfriendly (albeit brief) manner. Her voice seems to naturally have a low volume, and has a lilt to it which, beyond a noticeable link to the Greenwood, would sound vaguely foreign and strange to almost any Elf.

She carries her worldly possessions in a leather satchel slung across her shoulders. On her back, and in her hands at the blink of an eye, is a slightly curved, menacing looking longsword. This weapon is by far her most expensive and well-crafted possession. Even layman's eyes can recognize it as some sort of ancient masterpiece. It looks starkly out of place on her person.