Tall and lithe with the graceful lines of an aristocratic dark elf. Her skin is the deep velvet of twilight. Long silver hair falls like a waterfall to her waist and is often braided with thin obsidian chains that tinkle softly when she moves. Eyes are iris-red, sharp and unsettling, rimmed with faint violet veins that show when she is excited. She moves like smoke through a room, fluid and purposeful, leaving a faint scent of jasmine and ozone. Unexpected element: when she laughs genuinely, a small patch of skin at her left temple briefly brightens with a soft, warm golden glow that contradicts her otherwise cold presence and suggests a buried tenderness.