"Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me. It's overrated."
-- Laurel K. Hamilton, Kiss of Shadows, p.1


At first glance, Lilith is an exotic beauty, with long lithe legs and a willowy frame.  Luxurious sable tresses cascade nearly to the ground, framing a delicate face with bright amethyst eyes.  Lilith's lightly tanned skin indicates time spent in the outdoors, and her normal scent is of one exotic fragrance or another.  Her body is supple, fit, and trim.

Exotic beauties are not uncommon in areas frequented by adventurers, or so it sometimes seems.  However, what really sets her apart is her presence, which most people find difficult to ignore.  When she walks into a room, there is a quality about her that gets her noticed.  However, some of what tends to get noticed is a number of odd quirks, most likely resulting from her practice of the arcane arts.  Beyond that, she also seems to have a strange aura about her.  Those knowledgeable of such matters might detect the glamour of the fey.

Lilith is not especially nasty, but the magic within her certainly is.  The forces of necromancy and other darker arts are natural to her being.

Perhaps due to these darker arts, she is known to be a bit eccentric.  She frequently converses with an invisible entity she calls "Morte".  She also tends to get a bit glassy-eyed at times, drooling slightly as she sees things others cannot.  Her familiar, Nightshade, likes to guzzle booze, chase men, and generally make an annoyance out of herself.  Nightshade's "special blend" cigars don't help either.

Lilith's eccentricities aside, she is thought of as honorable by most who know her, but who can truly trust a necromancer?