Lasmeril is eccentric in character; enigmatic and stoic in her expressions, it is often difficult to read or ascertain her mood. As a creature borne in the midst of the chaotic transformation of Greenwood into the bleak and gruesome Mirkwood, she has known very little of elation and mirth enjoyed in peaceful times. This experience has left her hardened, and indomitable - a serious temperament that frequently leaves her at a loss with humor despite the uncultured and rustic characteristics of her kind (Woodland Elves).

When the shadow of Dol Guldur fell upon the forest of Greenwood the Great, Lasmeril was borne into the world. Her first steps were made upon the arduous journey to the north beyond Emyn Duir or the "Dark Mountains" as her people fled from the growing threat in the south. Her father was a low born Sentinel and mother a bowyer and fletcher of modest talent, thus Lasmeril grew to inherit both her parent's craft and affinity to protect the woodland realm from the dark forces with the fierceness of a soul bereft of its beloved homeland. Too young to have experienced the sorrows of the elven-kind through the history of the First and Second Age, she is innocent to the ideals of politics and her worldly knowledge is limited, as is her exposure to races beyond the woodland borders.