"Sun-kissed skin, unaturally tanned in any climate, starkly stands out from eyes ink black in colour and mirroring the malevolent heart beating in her chest. Hair, cascading in a silken swathe down her gentle arched back is parted by horns, slender and ridged, that taper into thin dagger-like points. Her lips, usually painted with a thin gloss of ochre, pout temptingly with an ever-present expression of indecision.
Her figure is as tempting as it is disturbing her marble cut curves sway temptingly with each step, hips that sway, torso snaking as she walks with a decidedly catlike slink.
Slender legs break upward in a statuesque taper, thighs that one would expect to see gracing a race horse tautly held out above the curious joint of the knee, each movement causing the muscle to shape and wane. Her backside, jutted out due to the nature of her legs sways enticingly with the gentle sway of her hips. Indeed every step causes each cheek to dip and rise should the eye be paying such attention. Rising into a waspish waist and flat stomach toned muscle usually on open display. Her bust, by no means ungainly, is simply proportionate for her frame, the light curavture of her bust providing perhaps a welcome distraction from her most deviant traits;

Her hair seems to move asif under it's own intelligence, a seeming blue tide that bollows around her in some unseen chaotic breeze, her seems to direct it like a pair of extra limbs, it being supernaturally stong and able to withstand as much force as linked steel chain.
Her form is an insubstancial as her mood, fickle at best. She seems to adopt two shapes one of a satyr-like elf, the other a wolf, it's eyes completely, and utterly blue, luminous in any light and filled with an unmistakable intelligence.


As alluring as she is questionably horrifying Faine's voice, much like her parents is ever intoned with equal parts honey and acid, usually masking intent with a languid smear of lust."

Clothing: Faine favours simplistic elegance, with quality materials of a silken or diaphanous nature. One colour complimented with a second, always baring random odd mix matched jewellery. An ever-present pendant, on the end of a thin, slender chain lies hidden in the depths of her cleavage.