Sullen, quiet, seemingly apathetic to most everything, Shalan'dris is a stereotypical wallflower in most people's eyes. A wallflower she may be, she is also highly critical of everything happening around her, extremely suspicious of most people and has very high perception. She is incredibly closed off to others and tends to keep things close to her chest. She will speak about very few things openly, and rarely gets close to anyone. If one asked her about herself, she tends to believe that she no longer possesses positive traits. The Twilight's Hammer seemingly scrubbed her of those.
She does, however, have said positive traits, no matter how much she may deny it. She is still kind to others. She will engage in conversation with those who look lost, or alone, like her. She is never rude to others, though they may find her strange, at first.

Born nearly five hundred and thirty years ago, Shalan'dris is one of the few Kaldorei below the age of a thousand. Her childhood was rather pleasant, surrounded by friends and family. However, when the Twilight's Hammer began to grow in strength, the young priestess in training was kidnapped. Already showing aptitude for the Dark Aspect of Elune, the cult took advantage of this and began to train her in the ways of the Void. She was incredibly difficult to break, and once she was a fully converted member of the cult, she was a force to be reckoned with. It was at this time she was hailed as the Herald of N'zoth.
After the defeat of Deathwing and the Cataclysm, she was once again kidnapped, but this time, she was kidnapped by the Sisterhood of Elune. Her sisters attempted to help her return to normal, the best that they could, but she had been changed forever. And, to her fear, perhaps for the worse.

Tall, ethereal, tired.
Shalan'dris stands at a quite average height for a female night elf, though she tends to walk hunched over, head down, skirting around on the fringes of everyone else. A specter merely observing her fellows. Her skin is pale purple, contrasted by her dark purplish-pink bear claw markings. Framing her face was long, dark blue hair. It came to her lower back, nearly to her rump, and she keeps it down, unplaited and unbound.
She wears a simple grey dress, held up with sleeves akin to tank top straps. Over it, she wears a sleeveless black kimono. A brown waist corset wraps around her, gathering up the dress and kimono. At her throat she has a chunky necklace with a crescent moon pendant. Her arms are decorated with a variety of silver bands, along with two silver cuffs, one on each wrist. It is unknown if these are from her time with the cult or not.