ebon tresses starkly contrast the mismatched eyes of this drakanite, one of radiant gold and
one of deathly purple that swirls with eldritch energy. ebon clothes juxtapose skin of cracked
porcelain, coarsened by a rough life and as pale as the snows of the northern mountain she hails
from. ebon scales have grown over her many wounds, most made whole once more by dark magic.

she's devoid of any makeup or other such markers beyond the scratched nail polish that
adorns slender digits, the fronts of which are somewhat calloused from plucking away at
spidersilk strings. an oaken lute is affixed to her back by a thick strap of treated leather.
taking after her mother, she's very short for a drakanite, rising to only a diminutive 4'11.

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