Holding the gaze of surfacers or other males with an eternal scowl of cynicism that suggests the inner monologue of this one is something mocking and acidic, pretty much irregardless of whom he's in the presence of. While sometimes this would produce a laughable effect, the fact that this drow holds onto a dark sense of humor and a general disgust for everyone else with an iron grip might give some to wonder about treating the trait lightly.

We have here a fine male drow specimin of the usual hight and weight for the average build found on the wirey altheletic undeground elves. Garbed in unusually dark tones for the drow who preferred beautiful colors, this male selects only shades of grey to give any variance to his wardrobe. You could say the outside mirrors the inside.

His ever present attitude typically extended only to his tone and expressions, the male not being fool enough to act haughty when surrounded by drow females and having reached an age where any immaturity or lapse that resulted in disobedience wasn't present... at least not in public.

This drow, though dripping masculinity in build and mannerisms, had a feminine cast to his facial features that made him a prize in the eyes of some ranking females. His jawline chinseled and his cheekbones well defined, long white lashes that certain men were gifted with were given to him by Lolth. Dark brooding crimson toned eyes stared out from under them, beautifully complimenting the dusky tones of his skin and the exotic otherworldly  elven features.

Decorating his lean and muscular body was a curious overlay of scars a'plenty, patterns of lacerations criss crossing over his body, if seen uncovered from arms and fingers to neck, throat and private regions. Either he had fought many battles or had some bizzare fetishes going on.

His voice was a husky and raspy tone filled with malevolence and sarcasm intermixed, it was the voice that a priestess might ask to read a dull dissertation simply to hear it for an extended period. A voice that would have left the ladies swooning, should he have cared enough to take up the talents of a bard.