Elegant even for her kind, Rashanra has an almost unnatural grace about her lithe figure. Dressed in elvish silks coloured at one with the night, she is the epitamy of her kin, being tall, slender and strong in figure and dangerously beautiful in features. Her eyes are charcoal pits of dark despair showing the curse of her people, yet despite her nature which is as black as her hair, she could be considered a deadly innocent. Covered with woad-like patterns done with thin black ink, her skin is otherwise as pale as her eyes are dark.