Physical Description:
Sillivren appears like your average Bosmer, tanned skin and deep auburn hair hanging in a braid down her back. She bears no face paint, unaware of the cultural significance of such things amongst her people and only her hands bear the scars of her archery. She tends to wrap herself in light deerskin leathers with long sleeves and archer's bracers, her clothing loose about her torso and tight upon her arms. Her trousers are plain and earth colored, like the rest of her clothing, and she wears a hood nearly always. Her boots are well made with a thick sole of layered leather, the boots of one nearly always on the road. Upon her hip rests a faded satchel filled with the odd seashell, flower, or bit of interesting rock. A plain quiver is strapped over one shoulder with a flap over the top to disguise her more expensive than normal steel arrows. Her bow, when not in her hands, hangs over her shoulder, a well used and much loved elven bow passed from one hand to the next. About her throat on a leather cord are several small symbols of Azura, Mara, and Arkay.

Personality:
Sillivren is quiet and observant having much experience with dealing with testy persons in Riften. She would much rather watch a person and know what she is dealing with rather than broach conversation and risk causing offense. She holds a special love of nature and given the opportunity will be the first up a tree to observe some local insect or bird up close. However, she us arachnophobic due to a very unfortunate confrontation with a wicked illusionist coming through Riften when she was but a small girl. The man thought his antics humorous, the elf nearly drowned in the canal trying to escape the terrifying vision. In addition to arachnophobia, she is a bit leery of mages too for obvious reasons.

Equipment and Abilities:
Sillivren carries an elven bow and has some skill with archery due to both her racial heritage and training as a caravan guard. She is quiet on her feet, a natural talent that brings her some private amusement as likes to stand quietly and observe unseen. She has a loose view on what is lawful and has a decent knack with a lockpick. She will claim, if questioned, it served her for legal purposes plenty of times because her fishery key was always wandering off. She has little patience for magic and short of a single restorative spell, has not given it any time or effort. She wears light leathers for protection with a thin tunic and trousers beneath. She carries a satchel of odds and ends and can live off the land for whatever foodstuffs she requires.

History.
Sillivren Wren grew up in Riften after being evacuated from Valenwood during one of the Thalmer purges. She has no memory of her jungle birthplace and was raised by a series of generous Bosmer families that worked or drifted through Riften. She considered the thieves guild as her only possible employment until a Dunmar suggested she try the fishery. She worked there for some successful years before a suspicious fire took out a third of the nets. Ethnic strife being what it is, the blame was split between her and a new Dunmer and both were let go. Without coinage or family, the Bosmer took the roads of Skyrim to learn a new life as an itinerant trade wagon guard. Her travels have brought her to Solitude along with a shipment of fabric bolts and loose wool for Radiant Rainment when she came across a flyer which lead her as far as the Winking Skeever where she sits trying to puzzle out the rest between bites of a "found" sweet bun.