The dark figure stands before you with narrowed eyes and an emotionless gaze. Her pale irises would likely look over you once, or twice if you're interesting, and then move away without a second thought. Only when she was desperately bored, or in need of something would she even consider approaching anyone who was not one of her own.

     Aside from her expression, the woman's face is beyond plain beauty. Her features are carved in delicate sharpness, soft flesh forming a lovely appearance, if she would only smile. Her body follows in the same pattern, sumbtle curves hugging tightly to her seductive form. Even the way she moves has a beauty to it, and the grace of her people.

     Elves don't often mar their bodies with ink, but Lenmera is different in more than one way from her kin. The dark patterns sprial outward from her shoulderblades in shapes that resemble reaching and intertwined tendrils, only sharper, with pronounced corners. They spread around her body, reaching down her arms to stop halfway between her elbow and wrist, and somewhere on her calves down the legs. The barely can be seen just touching the sides of her stomach, and breasts, but they climb her neck to stop under her chin and ears while just poking up to touch her cheeks. If you saw her bare back, then the shape in the center of the pattern would be a space where her white skin forms a vague skull.