What walked past you, a flicker of movement, like a shadowy Spider crawling silently along the floor, with Obsidian skin, White, silvery strands of hair fell down slightly covering in bangs, the spider's lavander eyes tucked away withen the dark elf's tattered hood.

Izz'nar's movement were smooth, and fluid, like that of a snake, ready and poised to strike it's pray. Every step and subtle graceful movement of this darkly garbed drow, whispers out silence and letality. Clearly this Juluk is no stranger to death, it can be felt, almost wrapped around him like a cloak. His attire is snug and fitted for walking quietly, and allowing a free form of movement of all his limbs.

His body, was streamlined and nimble, clearly overly flexible and muscled due to long sessions of training, every muscle just subtly teasing the cloth they hide behind. Hanging around his neck, the only notable possession.. a Thin Silver Ring, Aside from a small symbol on the inside - a jawless silver skull inlaid within an encrusted flat obsidian crystal, shaped as a dark aura - this was a plain, but well crafted silver ring. Although if handled, it was eerily cold to the touch, and gave off a odd sense of power, and time to time, if stared at, an individual was haunted with strange thoughts of vengance.