To call Vivilene a dark elf is like some kind of cruel joke. There is nothing dark about her. Pale, alabaster skin almost looks like living porcelain, and with long white hair that's barely out of place, she looks more as a painting come to life than someone who could qualify to be an actual person.
Her eyes are illuminated with a moonlit glow, pretty and silver against her pale face. Underneath white-lashed eyes are pale blue markings that cup her cheeks in crescent-moon shapes, engraved neatly onto her skin.
She's just a little too delicate. She moves a little too slowly, and her hands are just a little too thin. Despite being on two legs she walks almost like a doe does when cautiously striding through an open field, looking for predators.
If she were not blindingly white, she might have been able to blend into her surroundings like much others of her species would. As it stands, Vivilene generally sticks out like a sore thumb and this much seems to be a point of contention for her, in a way. Her expressions are very soft, non-abrasive, and she often speaks so quietly she'd have to be asked to speak up fairly often.