An easily-distinguishable member of the Drow race, Alyiara wore dark clothing that tugged against the skin. Often, the sound of leather creaking could be heard as she moved by, her footsteps quiet. The smell of lavender seemed to follow her.

Her grace was much to be desired, the tight leather she favoured seemingly restricting her movements.

A whip was tied around the woman's waist, a make-shift belt that held up nothing but her pride, noticeable by the way her nose angled high in the air. The silver hair flowed neatly down her back, the odd strand making its way over the elven face every now and again.

The skin was perfect, with no blemish, tattoo or marking in sight. She knew how to dress, showing off both skin and curve with each carefully tailored outfit, proudly demonstrating the tainted Elven blood.