4'7
White hair
Two toned eyes - Right purple, left orange
Slim, with all the right curves
Demon-Drow mixed.

"Oh look, another drow...."

At first you'd not really give much thought to this dark skinned elf, she'd seem to enjoy the shadows, a quiet revere from the normal chatty banter that waits as soon as one steps into the light, though she was pleasant enough, given the opportunity.

 First thing to note on this one was her skin. Where normal drow had that ebony color, the dark as night look, hers was a shade lighter, as if the sun had touched her to bleach some of the dark away, but don't let the color fool you, she'd be just as much as any other, soft to the touch, and well cared for. Depending on the attire of the day, bits of carefully placed cloth could reveal an array of intricate line work, from the edge of her back, over her arms, across her legs, each offering a lace of pretty bright colors, no real pattern to them, though some seemed to be runes, and possibly magic at that, though a glimpse, really, was all you got.

 Next on the list were her eyes, should that hood tip just enough to reveal this, right being a deep shade of violet, almost bordering blue, while left was a bright marigold, a vivid color contrast to each. Startling, to say the least.

 Average face for her race, pretty features, full lips and an ever tip of one corner to offer a smirk, while nose was plane, eyes almond shaped. Her hair was a cascade of snow white, full lush locks that dared to defy her simple pull back, spilling in a waterfall that nearly touched rear, if given the opportunity to do so, the edges curling faintly, and it seemed the tips were painted purple, to simply offset the white, though coming back up to the top, one could see the skeletal horns that jutted out from the top of her head, once more calming her as a half breed.

 Body was average, slender waist, soft hips. A full bust, generous for her race, though not break your back overly so, and a taunt rear to back it all up.

 She'd have the melodic voice of her race, that haunting tone and riddled with her accent, however the common tongue was well versed, and she'd hardly let her natural tongue slip, least she was conversing with her kind. Though, when speaking to those of other races, 'surfacers', She'd not hide that mild disinterest, the distaste for such creatures.

 This woman was not surface raised, she was not some pet, and of course, she wouldn't let the mix of blood account for her loss of status, in fact, she wore it like a badge of honor.

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