There was very much to mention about the drow in question. She held herself taller than she actually was, with a chin pointed out and upwards to give some modicum of cockiness or aura about her. It was difficult to tell if she was masking some sort of insecurity or desire, but given the cold shoulders she gave suitors, mixed with the threatening of knives and lacerations on said men and women - it was fairly obvious.

Standing at an imposing couple inches above five feet tall, Eldara at least seemed a fair amount taller. Her swagger compared with her general aura seemed to be very common for her race, that being of Drow. Her eyes were hard and the woman had a 'resting bitch face', at most times, or a look of general amusement. She was a poster-child for her race, that seemed to be certain.

Though, besides her gait - the physicals of Eldara were fairly soft and womanly. If it weren't for the bitch face, or the scowl, she could probably have been considered beautiful. Soft cheeks, primmed eyebrows, a body that was toned yet supple, and considering her line of work, the armor that was revealing was more for her benefit and lack of sound made with extra cloth, mainly enough to keep her clothed.

Nude, her sight would be mostly unblemished. A few bruises here and there adorned her skin, but vanished simply enough with time. One feature she kept very obviously hidden was a small tattoo on her buttocks, which seemed to be a series of incoherent numbers, as to which the Drow did not bother in any case to explain. This form of woman was most completely feminine, and her breasts were pierced with two rings, both of which were made of silver and hung with slight weights at the bottom. For what purpose, it was hard to tell, perhaps she just liked the pressure.

    OOC Information

I hold no real red lights, do as you will with Eldara, and she will react accordingly. Mainly, as a player I'm here for roleplay of varieties both erotic and not.

Typically, Eldara rides on the sides of the more depraved and dark fetishes out there, and while a cold woman, she hasn't had the tables turned on her, and been put in her place, which, in pure secrecy, is something she might crave given the right buttons pressed.