Her name literally meant the silent queen.

It was strange that it was given her.

Strange for a fourth-born daughter.  Who was to say if she would rise to any power. Perhaps she would dwell in obscurity.  She was not the tallest - a mere 5' 9.  She was not the most intelligent - surely not in comparison to the wizards around her.  She was, however, patient.

A priestess of Lolth is always going to be cruel and vindictive.  

But Shri will not always appear so, as if she had all the time in the world to find the chink in anothers' armor.  She was quiet enough that most would have thought she could amount to nothing.  Not overtly vicious, nor demanding in any outward fashion.

Yet, she's survived, and in the underdark, survival speaks for itself.


Physical Description:

Shri stands at 5'9, and the beauty of the drow is mirrored in her features.  A knife's edge beauty formed by the cut angles of her jaw and chin, her nose slender, tipped up a bit at the end.  Her eyes are a blackish sort of red - like dried blood or black cherries about to spoil, and they stare with quiet indifference.  Her lips form delicately just above a slender chin, a slight pout to her lower lip, but a sinister curl to the corners.

She looks like the patient predator, feline sleekness to her ebon form with narrower shoulders than some, but defined, athleticism denoting a whip's-lash-swiftness like a panther about to spring to life.  Breasts are sufficient enough, lush and full, inviting cleavage displayed with confidance, her long waist tapering inward giving her a waspish form that tapered back out to broader hips and a well-formed, athletic rear.  Her legs were long, slender, and sleek, defined with every step, especially her calves, for she was often if not always found in spiked stilletto heels -- able even to fight while wearing them -- whilst keeping perfect balance.  

Sultry, conniving, sensual, and above all, willing to wait for just the right moment as a spider in its web.