Statistics
Race: Drow
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 165 lbs
Hair Color: Pure silken white
Eye Color: Sharp shining red

Don't step out of line. That's the most vivid impression that Waerva gives to those who stare at her. With an utterly indomitable expression and an attitude that screams casual lethality and blunt authority, it's hard to ignore what she projects out there. Nonetheless she's got a strange sophistication and grace about the way she holds herself, a noble bearing that speaks to an unbroken pride even as she willingly abase herself for those whom she calls her superior. There's no conflict inside her, just the cold full certainty of her place in the world... and yours.

Waerva's hair is a silken white, groomed meticulously and kept trimmed to perfection, the hair adorning her face granting her a noble and predatory bearing that speaks volume as to both her intentions and her willingness to take what is rightfully her place. Her cheekbones are high and her nose is sharp, mingling well with her longer than average ears, pointed and sticking out of her white curtain. Her eyes are remorseless yet perhaps oddly mischievous in times of more casual relaxation. Still, the things they have seen linger in them. Blood, ruin and... perhaps those greatest lies that are hope and ambition.

Her physical shape is nothing short of athletic and wiry. She does not have the bulky muscular structure of inferior warriors, instead favoring the lethal mobile elegance of her kind in battle and it shows. She is relatively tall for her kind and could even be described as catlike, if one were refering to a panther. A guise she is not known to entirely eschew, in fact. Regardless, she is fit, healthy and in the best condition that could reasonably be expected of anyone. Her training, experience and poise are all reflected in her body of which she seems to take no small pride.

She favors pretty if practical clothes and armor. For some reason, she seems unwilling to fully give up on aesthetics even for the sake of pragmatic needs. Perhaps, to an extent, it is to not cast a shadow upon the rest of her house. More reasonably, it might be the vestigial remains of her once-great vanity. Crimson and black are evidently colors she find eminently appealing and although she does not show off as much skin as those of truly noble stature amongst her house, she nonetheless makes certain to have full range of movement. Her clothes do often show off her breasts which by human standards are still rather voluptuous, perky and ample. Nothing too excessive, perhaps on the low-side of a D at most, but still she clearly knows she's got stuff to flaunt. And flaunt she does. As far as dark elves go, she'd even be curvaceous.

Her smell is rich and enticing, exotic oils of sandalwood and cinnamon adorning her body and mingling with her natural clean scent to create a most alluring invitation to walk into a panther's cave.

For Lights: Find through RP, but don't, and I mean do not, think that an OOC 'No' doesn't mean 'No'. Respect me and my boundaries I will respect you and yours.