A shadowy wraith floats on an unknown source of air before you, its height creating a shadowy apparition of death. Draping black shadows fall about this being, cloaking the capability to see its deepest characteristics. An onyx black hood of unnatural magic cloaks the depth of its face, however the swirling blue eyes come to the surface of the hood to capture your attention. From the deepest darkness of the hood they lure you deeper in the grasp of its gaze. The outline of this figure is one that seems natural to most creatures who take air, however the wings of the shadow are mutilated and disturbed, as if they have been tainted by war and death. Plucked of their natural beauty, each feather is basked in an unholy presence that resembles plague and pestilence. As the body transforms into the vision of sight, it shows characteristics that are similar to a female. It reveals itself in a way that is one of a thin body full of strength and beauty. Beyond the cloak of shadow she allows that presence of her muscles to be seen, naturally full of tactics and battle. Her movements are swift, keen and calculated. The darkness that swirls around her can sense the fact that she has revealed to much as her feet are cloaked in a blackness that cannot be penetrated. This being is beyond life or death. She simply is in existence. A plague defiles the skin that you can see yet she manages to thrive in an unnatural way.