From head to toe, the woman seemed like trouble. The sort of fun that would keep a person awake all night long. Her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders to curl upwards at just the ends. Like cornsilk, it blew lightly with every soft breeze and framed a face of alluring beauty. Her elven heritage was quite obvious, pointed ears, the tips of which often peeked through her blonde tresses, and almond  shaped eyes highlighted features that looked slightly angular. She had high cheekbones, a smooth jawline and a perky, somewhat aquiline nose. The woman's lips were full and nearly always glossed over to temptingly glisten. From her brow sprouted the first of other notable qualities that would mark the other half of her ancestry. A pair of smallish horns, etched in whirls and other patterns grew to about three inches and had a slight curve to aim them backward.

The form the erinyes had chosen had been that closely related to the one she was graced with at birth, simply combining the best features from both elven and fiendish heritage into one lithesome and beautiful package. She was a bombshell and knew it, flaunting every subtle and not so subtle curve in tight leathers, corset tops and other outfits meant to draw the eye. A close observer would note that wherever the fiend had left uncovered was etched out in loops, spirals and other odd patterns of magical and non-magical design. These were cut right into her sunkissed skin, leaving lines which ranged in color from aged silver to angry red. They seemed to follow the natural flow of her body's lines.