This tall female Dark Elf bears the high cheekbones and well sculpted features typical of Drow nobility. Her eyes glow with a faint crimson radiance, and her flesh is dark grey threatening to spill over to purest black, overlaid with the nightkissed colours of her garb. Her lips seem permanentely pursed in a bemused grimace.

Her long mane of well kept hair is pale as new snow, and falls in waves down her lower back. A small black tiara bearing the shape of a carven spider alights on her brow, perhaps a symbol of religious significance. Her eyes dart around furtively, at odds with the calm and regal bearing of the rest of her frame.

Shadow black and nightshade violet plates enshroud her figure - tight enough to leave little to the imagination, but also loose enough in places to give males something to think about. A faerzress purple breastplate with faint black embellishments give the impression of spidery legs at the edges of her ribcage, while her arms bear web-like designs in albino-white.

Her legs are bare at the hips, showing just enough thigh to be noticeable. Plates of gracefully carven steel greave her limbs, The craftsmanship is of a level above that of simple house smiths, and her dressage screams the height of nobility.

However, her overall look has a harsher quality. Beneath the ordered plates of her armour, you note black links of fire-scorched chainmail. Beneath that lies a simple tunic of spidersilk, dipped in shadow and almost invisible against the black nirvana beneath. No noble insignia is visible, though there lies a vacant spot near her plated gorget that may have once held such a device.

Her vestments are folded around a well proportioned and healthy body still ensorcelled with the power of youth. Her fashion is well made but not gaudy - armour that looks passable enough, but not such that its purpose is compromised. The breastplate has been sculpted outwards to accomodate its wearer's generous cleavage, and at times a small spider can be seen tracing its way along the ridges and folds of the plates and links.

Wrapped in a loop and hanging limply from one thigh is a midnight black serpentskin whip, the terminating ends of its heads looking almost like the snake-heads of a scourge. Though it is but a normal whip, the very real powers of its Lolth-pledged wielder are another story.