A slender and slim drow stands stealthily on the street alley-ways. A gross and enigmatic smile is spread across his face revealing a set of perfectly aligned, dagger sharp, white and pearly teeth. Dark, alluring, enchanting eyes search the surrounding areas with a calm purpose. Long white hair runs to the bottom of his neck. His tanned skin, almost closer to the color of onyx, is decorated with assorted tattoos of a dragon. A darkly colored red cross entwined within its thorns rests upon his left bicep. On the other arm, a bright fingernail version of a moon on his wrist. His muscles are firm and built, not slender and honed. His flesh is covered with thick, coarse hair, not smooth and silky. Yet his persona, unboutable certain, exudes confidence and self-assuredness.