You see the feminine figure of a Drowess, standing typically shorter than the average elf, with obsidian skin that flexes over just enough muscle to give her body tone, if revealing no great strength. Flowing ivory locks are cropped short and flop messily over her face and stray locks of snowy white from her fringe often slip free to obscure her elegant, angular features and the dim glow of her vivid azure eyes. She has an unusual allure even for a young Drowess in her prime, her skin flawless and smooth, her cheekbones high, her visage tinged with a haunting sort of feral beauty you suspect might be less than holy in its origin. She has a slightly perked up button nose, the left nostril pierced with a silver stud, with similar studs lining the ridge of her right ear, while her lips are painted to match whatever outfit she dons. A slender, defined jaw leads down to a graceful neckline, free from scars or collar abrasions, leading to rounded, slender shoulders. Should you be so rude as to peer lower you would notice the immense swell of her feminine curves, her chest overly endowed for a Drow of her otherwise petite stature. The twin, teardrop mounds were likely a trait inherited from her immortal forebears, or otherwise enhanced. Though she handles them and their immense swell naturally, even if without shame. Aside from the heavy assets of her chest she's almost waifishly thin with a street rat allure, her hips subtly curved and naturally seem to sway as she walks, sashaying a long length of dark fleshed, arrow-tipped tail.