Pale fully-red eyes contrast spectacularly this Drow's dark ebony skin. Both of these hues darker and more washed-out than the average Dark Elf, quietly giving away a measure of the great amount of time his lifespan has encompassed. Neatly situated above his left eye, in an ink darker even than his skin, though almost faded beyond visibility, are three evenly spaced horizontal bars no more than a half-centimeter in width and twice that in length for the bottom most, somewhat smaller above that as they slightly taper upward. These markings join no others on his face, the rest marred only slightly by lines etched as a testament again to countless years of wear. His deep maroon lips remain permanently in a slight frown, though are otherwise neutral to the words that lay beneath them.
Framing his features, his ears stand prominently not betraying his ancient Elven roots. Though pointed as are most Elves', his left ear is absent the very tip. Defiant to the fact, however, this ear is heavily decorated with dozens of small golden loops, lining every available offering of flesh. Opposite this ear entirely, is home to but one adornment. His right ear bears a single teardrop shaped stud of a light cyan color pierced into his tragus. Between his ears his scalp has been shaved clean, free of all traces of the traditionally white Dark Elven hair. At his back are two scabbards, crossed though narrowly so; the hilts of the swords they contain resting only slightly behind and to the side of each ear, set this way for ease as they are drawn. The worn leather scabbards themselves, having a slight curve in them on the way to their silver-capped base, are adorned simply with the decorations that only battle could offer. The swords inside are rather long, causing the scabbards' bowed midsection to cross each other in the middle before extending back to their respective sides stopping slightly more than two feet from the ground.
On the Drow's feet two rugged black stained leather boots are worn, small iron studs decorating the heels and the toes. Tucked into their brim are, matching in color, a pair of roughly patched, baggy, leather breeches fastened with a thick, brown leather belt about his waist. The belt's buckle is crafted in the shape of a miniature masquerade mask. All along the length, have a dozen small holes been carved through, half on each side of the buckle. Small holsters, each with the protruding hilt of a dagger, have been secured to every opening, save one on the far right where a generously weighted coin purse has a strapping of its own. The Elf's right arm rests gently against this purse as if subconsciously guarding it. This arm and the respective hand are bare, though a long, wispy scar travels from the tip of his elbow in a spiral around the whole length of his arm making a sharp descent at the inside of his wrist down to his palm, where it ends in a crude tattoo of a snake's head filling a large portion of his palm, its red tongue snaking down the entirety of his middle finger. His left hand bears but a single ring on the appropriate finger.
Above his bicep on the same arm a piece of fabric has been tied in a knot, its color blackened due to dirt and grime from having never been removed. His torso is bare of clothing though bears several remnants of olden battle wounds, numerous scars of varying shapes and sizes. These scars are partially concealed by the two straps running across his chest, securing the scabbards and their cargo to his back. Fashioned similarly to his belt, are another dozen daggers fastened to these straps. They are slightly longer than the other in length, but are otherwise indifferent for all visual purposes. Around the Drow's neck is a single platinum chain, bearing a small stiletto as a pendant, resting between his collar bones; a trinket that is as simplistic as the rest of the man and everything he wears. Simple, yet it bears truths that a simple look cannot discern, but can be discovered somewhere in the depths of untold memories locked well behind the gaze of those red eyes.
