A dark skinned elf silently stands at just over the height of an average man and seems to have an undetectable presence. His deep purple eyes surround pupils as dark as the void, carefully surveying his surroundings. A deep scar runs down from his right eye to his chin and a set of crimson lips look to be wearing a frown. This Drow has a wiry frame that looks to be better suited for stealth rather than brute combat. Thin gray hair is tucked behind his slightly pointed ears, one of which seems to have an open wound as it slowly drips blood. As the blood drips from his ear lobe it turns to smoke and seems to evaporate before striking his shoulder. A thin emerald colored handkerchief is tied around his neck and lays freely about his collarbone. Runes of unknown origin seem to be branded into his neck, looking to be some sort of script that runs down to his well-maintained, though callused, fingertips. A scroll hangs from his waist that is marked with Xs written in blood. There seems to almost be some sort of membrane about his feet as they seem to barely touch the ground.