Her skin is unnaturally smooth and fair, as light as cream, and nearly as rich. Intricate violet runes are painted onto her cheeks, just underneath her eyes. Her heart-shaped lips are painted the same color, and shine a glossy purple.

Similar, but smaller, runes are painted on either side of the bridge of her nose, and just below the center of her forehead. Lying between these runes rests a single pearl of violet, set into her skin.

Gold chains hang from rings pierced into her pointed ears. These chains come to an end where they pierce into her skin on the underside of her chin. Around her shapely neck coils a heavy gold torc that clings tightly to her skin.

She wears her dark violet hair held up into two ponytails, one hanging against the right side of her cheek, and the other down her back. The rest of her long hair was left loose, with errant locks caressing her cheeks and spilling down her back. Her eyes are violet from sclera to pupil, with a glowing magenta limbal ring framing her irises.

A small pair of dark feathered wings extends from her hair, framing a dark halo that rests between them. At her lower back extends a similar, larger pair of wings, held constrained by the dark metal clasps fitted to the joint, preventing her from extending them fully.

Her flesh is soft and bountiful, lending to an overall slender and shapely appearance. She has an exceptionally narrow waist that flares out into wider hips.

Upon these hips rests a quite pronounced and perfectly round rear. Equally shapely to the rest of her figure are her legs, as smooth and creamy as her fair skin suggests.

Nowhere is her flesh more bountiful than her chest, upon which rests her heavy and enormous breasts. Often constrained by a tight corset, such confining outfits only served to push her breasts up, exposing their lovely shape and accentuating them all the more.

Despite the dark woman's beauty, she is entirely unnerving to a layman. If her dark wings and halo, or her strange violet eyes did not serve to chase off an ordinary onlooker, surely the long and sharp black nails at the ends of her fingers might.

There is a hum of magical power in the air surrounding her, as if the weave were somehow thicker in her immediate presence.