A pair of ice blue eyes gleam from under this creature's hood, ominously flicking around, never content to fix on one thing. Each cautious step she takes is silent and swift, almost predator-like in nature. After a moment of appraisal, only the very unobservant would have to look further before recognizing her as a Drow.

The maiden's skin looks silky smooth to the touch, a pearly silver without any visible marks or blemishes. Her features are, in a word, exquisite - long, elegant lashes, high cheekbones, and full lips - but cold. Framed by waves of flowing silver hair, her visage provides a pleasing view, until the eye is distracted elsewhere.

The Drow's body is lithe and leanly muscled, providing her with supple curves and a full form. From her long stride, one could say she seems a good runner, indeed. Despite her enjoyment of putting her body on display (when in dimly lit environments, of course), the woman's aloof expression plainly discourages touching, as if she considers herself an off-limits work of art.

After spending some time in her company, one would begin to notice the intricacies of her being. A faint scent of frozen berries and light perfume follows her, lingering in places she stands for a long period. Her clothes, most often ornate, are usually stitched with detailed renderings of spiders. Most noticibly, she almost always wears a large brooch of a red spider on her blouse, the jewel so lifelike that its eight eyes seem to follow one around the room.