Bones holding little but flesh make up this Drow female. Her flat chest hardly implicates it, but her much too dark lipstick seems to suggest it. Her skin is pale, sallow at best. Seemingly as frail as a pixie, yet her eyes gaze steadily, and she moves quite fluidly, no merriment or fest. Too skinny. Too lean. Too wimpy. Too weak to be any sort of a threat. The eyes of lavender on this traveller are as large as an over-cooked egg. Her ears are flat and too sleek while between them rest cheeks that seem to protrude quite terribly, looking a bit rather obscene on such a lean Drow girl. But those sunken, starving eyes still hold their stare.