A drow girl standing just over five feet tall. Dark skin, white silken hair and red eyes that peer at those around her with the cold calculating glare of a predator in wait. Though that is her neutral look, something bred into her kin. Always on her guard, always ready.

Her body is slim, that of a dancer and all the deadly grace of her elven blood fully in view. While not overly slender, she can't be described as curvy, but not anorectic either. A new face on the surface, for a drow, she still squints in the light of day but has obviously started to get used to it.

With her she carries little, a dagger or two, the leather on her body, a pouch for gold. She looks like one who can take care of herself, what with the easy stride she adopts.

((Reds and greens are discussable!))