Character:

Gip tends to remain silent when she doesn't have anything to say, a trait that irks the verbacious Keko to some extent, however Gip also manages to avoid giving elvishly indecipherable answers to questions - if she doesn't want to answer it she wont.
Quite outgoing in comparisson to the steriotype held by most of the placens she meets Gip is somewhat an oddity. It is very rare that marsupia leave their own realms to interact with the younger races.
However she does have a tendance to regard others with the slightly condescending air of an elder to children. Given that she is over a hundred this is, at times, a little understandable.

At times, with her plain garb, manner of speech and actions (She prefers ale to elven wine?!?), would indicate that she is trying not to be elvish. This may be linked to the general alienation most placens feel when they encounter one of the elder races.
An unusual sub-species of elf, Gip is one of the few diurnal (day active) of the marsupia, the myrcmeceo, and, an unusual individual in herself, she is as able in the trees as she is on the ground.
Gip is a wicked shot with her bow and uses her two long swords with a graceful efficiency.

History:
Gip fled her home several decades ago while still, in the eyes of her own race, a very young teen. She spent six decades in a coma after a magical accident that killed a sibling and plunged herself and one other into unconciousness.
She has recently suffered another bout of unconciousness due to a rain of emerald snails and realised that the dream-person from her child-hood coma is not a figment but another actual elf somewhere else in the world. Gip has avoided interacting with others since then and is only now coming to realise how lonely she had been living as she had - hermit like and aloof from all races.