Beauty of an elf combined with alluring obsidian skin, this woman would appear like an angel, albeit an angel of death, if were not for the layers of dried blood and splattered gore. Spitting a small amount of blood from her mouth, it is unclear if it is her own or if she even cares it is running down her face. Looking up with eyes of utter darkness, she has a look of calculated and focused anger, like a feral animal ready to pounce. That expression is one of plotting revenge, perhaps for looking into her eyes, or the insolence of your breathing. Her cold stare is rightly outlined by a cold darkened coppery like colored hair that appears to be the result of natural hair continuously drenched in blood. Her movements are elegant and precise, only made less appealing as they cut throats and smash creatures in wake of pain, bloody footprints and an overwhelming scent of iron.