Gazing at the elven form, the like first thing to an average person's mind to occur is the strange degree of contrasts all upon a single figure.

Elven at a glance, her skin tone is a strange, light bluish black,  glistening as if freshly cleaned and silvery white hair always half damp and somewhat listless. While she could possibly appear drow in nature, the tone of her skin and body alone would immediately cause anyone who's ever encountered the dhaerrow to doubt this in an instance.

Her eyes are a soft, sparkling blue with thick and curled lashes, almond shaped and heavy lidded, high cheeked and plump lipped giving her the air of exotic mulani in profile, she's ever peering behind a pair of dark rimmed glasses at the world in a friendly and, if by dint of beauty alone, flirty manner, far different then the aquiline and highly defined features of any of her kith or kindred. She's typically given a spritz of vanilla scented perfume, though the smell of the sea clings obstinately too her.

Her body would immediately give the impression of no simple elf, the first sign of this being her prodigious bosom. The swell and fullness of her chest are quite astounding, the great and full swell of them pushed upwards by corsetry and fine posture causing them to be held in a most prominent way, where she to hold her arms at her sides her over full chest would block clear view of her biceps, in fact, and coupled with the narrow wasp-waisted corset she always wears this only further enhances her heavy bust further, every breath and movement causing them to tremble and wobble in the narrow bits of leather she manages, seemingly only barely, to contain them in. On a human woman her humongous breasts would simply be large, but her own height being well less then five feet in height and the affects of the corsetry diminishing her already narrow waist only causes them to look larger still. Of course, the corsetry causes her posture to always push her chest forward and hold her back straight as corsets do, making her hips seem all the wider and more noticeable as well. Suffice to say, if a normal woman's body is an hour glass, Ravena would certainly make for an all day measure of time.

Along the study of her contrasting form, her manner of armament is certainly not one oft chosen, especially for so petite and impossibly curvy of an elfin maid. Her sword's length is 8 foot in total, a great, straight, heavy blade, hanging from a series of thick leather straps off her trim and toned little waist to extend from either side of her, making her look almost like a walking cross at a distance. When she draws its tremendous and deadly length, its no simple manner, and the manner and ease in which she can fluidly draw the great and destructive tool is truly a shocking thing to behold.

Further, of course, we should mention the boots. Her legs are forever encased in one of three pairs of boots, typically coming past the knee and traveling dangerously down to painful looking heels of 7 inches, at least allowing her small height to typically come eye level with women of most any race. Despite the fact that such shoes would seem uncomfortable or unwieldy, she walks with swaying grace in them as if she where simply barefoot, of course this only causes her afore mentioned assets to bounce and jiggle all the more so. In fact, where you to somehow endeavor to find her bootless, she'd actually seem less comfortable and more unsteady.

Though she may look like a mans dream, and sound it more, a soft and slightly cultured voice with just a hint of husky breathiness and a strange, exotic accent to her voice, her demeanor is anything but sexual goddess. She can oscillate easily between simple friendliness to anger to cursing in a manner that would leave any sailor blushing, and the fact that she is so obviously armed, and that she can so effortlessly wield her impossible, deadly weapon.....its clear the woman before you is an adventuress.