Lavellan is a Dalish elf, though that would be fairly obvious from a significant distance, thanks to the bold red-brown vallaslin of June tattooed on her pale face. Hidden amongst the lines of said vallaslin are a smattering of freckles thanks to her love of the sun and two scars. The scar over her eye she got thanks to a tether snapping loose on an aravel. Oddly enough, it changed the color of her right eye from ice-blue to having a rather prominent red-orange spot in it (heterochromia)short but lanky, with a small chest and a fairly straight waist. Her hair is always a bit of a mess, shaved short on the sides and back, longer on top and some how always getting in her left eye. Her face is long but she has high cheekbones and a nose and chin that round it out considerably from certain angles.  and even after loosing the anchor due to it nearly killing it, she has been using a prosthetic right arm, wearing the Inquisitor armored sorceress set and her Draconic staff

Lavellan kept seeing the prosthetic hand, the numbness was mitigated with the inca tattoo s she had been working after studying the ancient spells from ancient dalish, she had practiced something similar to that of golems, while there was no feeling or tact, it would do.

Yet the memories, memories of Solas, how he left her in those ruins, sparing her life by disintegrating the anchor, hand.

"Fen'harel...." Lavellan whispered to herself. "...no...to me you will always be, Solas, my apostate solas..." She caressed her fake hand. "....my solas..." she heard footsteps approaching, she closed her eyes and turned to the door anticipating who might be.

Yet, there was a flicker of hope...while unlikely, hope, that it was him...