Sinfar is well known as a host to all manner of strange and wonderful oddities. Some clearly more strange or odd than others. And so, with such a menagerie of exotic treats to choose from, the presence of a rather ordinary drow might seem less than appealing. Then again, some drow might not be so ordinary as expected.

Ssin wasn’t the typical Llothite by any means.  There was no anger or hatred toward the surface folk. No plots to conquer her kin. In truth, Ssin might be described as meek of personality, perhaps even a little shy at times. She did, however, dress in clothes that would suggest anything but shyness. She had a certain fondness for revealing clothing with a certain favor pressed towards corsets and anything else that would hug her relatively shapely figure.

Her facial figure had an unusual softness to it. Perhaps all the glaring the typical drow took to had a permanent effect on offering angled brows and a hostile visage.  Regardless of reasoning, Ssin was quick to offer a smile that would pull dimples to her cheeks and reveal a brilliant offering of pearl white teeth. Even the supple almond shapes of her eyes would take to that disarming smile of hers; the crystalline rose color presenting yet a further atypical presence.

Although perhaps not uncommon for a member of the elvish race, Ssin was distressingly flat chested. If not for the form hugging clothes she was so fond of, pushing her flesh into the semblance of a breast, she’d surely have no tits to speak of. That did not stop her from favoring the tender flesh with a pair of silver rings pierce through either nipple. She claimed a myriad of other bodily adornments in the form of piercing, though it would surely take a bit of exploration to find them all.

Where her chest lacked, the rest of her body would strive in seeming desperation to make up for her chest’s lack of curves with many of its own. Her waist narrowed whilst her abs claimed a flattened surface only to see her hips flare outward as if to provide as much of an ass as possible. And what an ass it was. Thick and full, surely it belonged anywhere else but on the lithe little drow. The tempting treat that lay betwixt those  cheeks was surely a price to be cherished; let alone the delightful offering that lay more properly between her thighs.

OOC Note:
Bear in mind ,things are not always as they appear. If things do not turn out as expected with the likes of Ssin, try not to hold any grudges. Role playing is just that, role playing.