With slender, beautifully crafted legs and a svelte figure, this drow female stands at close to five feet yet despite her diminutive size she stands tall, head high with confidence giving the impression of height while remaining proportional. Surrounding her youthful features are feathery locks of silvery white, descending freely like a windswept silk curtain down to her shoulders where the tips curl and caress her collarbones in a heavenly façade while short cut strands cradle her face, caressing her jaw smoothly. Often enough she wears her hair tied up with the shorter and more chaotic locks escape their confines and frame her face. Poking through the glistening threads are her ears, the left decorated with two golden rings and one ear cuff while the right has one hanging earring, silver and gold beads dangling from strands. Contrasting her angelic locks, her skin carries the darkest of hues common to the drow which define her symmetrical features, encompassing high cheekbones and a perfectly straight nose that shows no signs of previous breakage. Her lips curl into a soft smile of innocence, or was it a smile? Temporary, the smooth features of her lips twist and warp into a sly smirk, a show of natural mischief and playfulness that was complimented by a cunning, youthful gaze in her two-toned eyes. These eyes carry two tones uncommon to the drow race both revered and despised as either a sign of blessed blood or that of weak heritage with the line between thin and undefined. The left is an emerald green while the right carries a shade a few sections lighter, yet still rich in its ocean blue quality. Having two colors to address she typically adorns her lids in a silver highlight and lips with a shade of deep purple that hardly stands out from her natural skin tone.

  Her clothing choices vary wildly from what one might not call bright and shiny to vibrant outfits of silver and purple, height raised by heels which at first glance obscures what her profession may be. The former did not allow for any assumptions of 'goodness' as the dark tones melt against her skin color and provide a rogueish appearance with only the smallest accents of color to contrast the shadowy mesh. Regardless, her outfits are typically simple, consisting of conventional mixes of leathers, cloth and metal, some of which have been repaired several times due to the wear and tear of common adventuring. Despite her occasionally rough outer-wear she is not beyond dressing up in gorgeous bodices that embrace her curves and seems at ease even when she is most physically vulnerable. When dressed in her leather suits she tends to carry a battered leather sack that defies the amount of space it should have. This bag has several patches sewn onto it with obvious, thick stitching and is knotted on her belt. Within the shoddy sack of holding she carries her essential items which were up for anyone's guess and likely to remain a secret, though by the careful movements she makes when taking one out it may be slightly volatile in the bag. Accompanying this small bag, also hanging from her belt are two wicked blades. Although likely not the only weapons on her body these appear the most prominent with one whose sheathe is adorned with the engraved image of additional blades while the other carries the twisting, twining visage of thorned vines, the pommel carrying a colored rendition of a rose.  

   Beneath the layers of clothing her skin lays bare. She has several scars as many might expect small silver lines on her arms from cuts and mishaps long since healed though the rest of her skin is without blemish or flaw, smooth to perfection. Her shoulders are slender as well as her limbs, her collarbones deliciously peeked. Descending lower her chest is held high; her breasts for her overall size and stature are larger than the norm although still perkily set and often flaunted, making her appear slightly top-heavy though she appears to balance out in the end. Descending lower her waist tapers in to accentuate her flat stomach, then back out although her hips are not quite as extravagant as her chest, a gentle slope complimented by a round heart-shaped bottom.

   Although her physical threat seems minimal there is strength in her confidence and the way she holds herself that could be seen as slightly unnerving. She is a creature of chaos, and as such her behavior and words were often two sided and operated as a slow acting poison. Every grin, word and thought had an ulterior motive behind it, and rarely was it as simple as curiosity though not always malignant in nature. Despite this she seems generally amiable, outgoing and at least somewhat friendly though her tongue is somewhat biting and she retorts quickly with minimal provocation. When she speaks her speech is well articulated even if the softest accent lingers on her words, and her voice is feminine and sweet and this often hides her bitter, cynical intentions beneath a pleasant sugary coating.