Exquisite and lovely, this young slip of an elven girl has an almost ethereal quality to her looks. With skin so pale you get the feeling she would bruise at the lightest touch. Her hair, in direct contrast to her skin, is a black so dark it almost seems to absorb the light. She tends to wears it loose so that it spills down her back and cascades to her narrow waist in soft waves. Her eyes are her most remarkable feature however, as they appear to take on whatever colour is around her at the time. As unsettling as they are captivating; eyes that only a poet could adequately describe and only a legion of bards adequately praise.

She wears clothes that continually billow around her gently. They seem to be made of a silky, translucent material that is just this side of see-through, airy confections which she layers on, creating a nice flowing effect.

She has the body of a dancer, slender and willowy and when she dances, is possessed of a grace that few can hope to achieve in their lifetimes. A body that, while curvy, is in proportion to her frame. With hips that sweep to a narrow waist, waist swelling to those perfect breasts, curve yielding to curve with a sweetness that inspired art.

A remarkable face even in a sea of remarkable faces, Inara is the epitome of beauty captured in tiny, 4'7 inch frame. Lush mouth, a pert little nose, skin that begs to be touched and curves that demand it. Every beautiful line and curve and color and tone leads to another and another.

Even with all of this, there is something about her... Those that are easily unnerved will want to avoid her altogether. After awhile and perhaps a longer look in her eyes, it becomes evident: She is quite thoroughly insane.