A female of seemingly ethereal allure stands before you, seemingly blending into the night with ease. Her alabaster skin is almost translucent to the eye. The exposed skin on her arms is scarified into shapes of origins unknown to you. The eyes that stare deep into your soul are resplendent crimson orbs, gleaming with what seems to be a predatory intelligence. The sharply edged cheekbones of her face have what seems to be ash etched into them to highlight the angularity of them. She moves with a serpentine grace, her jet-black tresses cascading like a waterfall of midnight silk.