** Update - Now in an 'autumnal' phase, Eros's coloration has changed again to what you might see on her model.**



Eros, called Neverbride.

Devils' eyes.  That is the first, most disturbing feature of the Dryad, bearing distinctly Tiefling traits. Without them, she might just be astonishingly beautiful with classically feminine features, and enough additional eccentricity to sway first impressions out of -attractive- and into -unsettling-.  They are red like polished ruby, the color seamlessly defining the whole of each orb, tending toward a brighter central point that must serve the function of a pupil in this curious physiology.  They are penetrating, but unreadable in themselves; simply too alien, too strange, too other to be easily grasped without a considerable familiarity of the woman herself.

She lacks the voluptuous helpings of womanly virtue around the chest and hips that seem most popular, but they do not suffer for their modesty; hers is a physical charm that pours from the simplicity of her body; like a sculpture produced from some impossibly rare medium that brooked no waste in its mastery.  Long, slender limbs and a narrow, willowy waist; classically regal features and ordered, white teeth.  Her lips, painted a shade darker than her hued skin - hued green like young timber- are often left slightly parted in pensive moments, the tip of a pink tongue's perverse daggerpoint pressing behind her teeth.  Two dark horns sweep back in her hair, with the visual semblance of smooth wood and close to the loose fall of sea-green tresses.

Those lips never seem to smile.  Periodically, they offer the faintest tug at the corner of the lips; sometimes, they make an abortive offering and produce a bow better thought of as an inverted frown, conveying some measure of sadness by its failure instead of joy.  Still other efforts end more disturbingly: a smile that is shark-like and upsetting instead of delightful, possessed of a quality sideways from what it should be, leaving observers jilted of a real grin.

She sits, rises, and walks with the meticulous grace of one who has practiced such things for a considerable portion of her younger life; and this has paired with that unsettling quality in her leaving her with an eerie, almost wraith-like gait that is a likely to disturb as it is to attract.  Something about the way she carries herself is off; a whisper in a crowded room, unheard except for the insistent, important tone.

Her speech carries a Netherese accent, and has an oriental, circuitous quality that often requires more words that it needs to to reach a point in discussion.  It rolls from her lips in a smooth contralto, often forsaking contractions, first person references and brevity; embracing new and difficult names, spontaneous metaphor and word games.

Relevant Notes:

Once a tiefling diabolist, Eros returned to her roots as a cleric of Sune and then, finally, accepted Sune's elevation into the immortal beauty of Dryadhood.  Her tiefling features are a kind of aesthetic salute to the devil she was; but she is, now, fully a Dryad and celestial being.