Elf Cleric Female Old Short Black Hair

There she stands, elf of few words and even fewer emotions. Cleric of the goddess of death, she is a being older than most races on this planet. And yet, she looks no older than a young woman in the prime of her life. Her short black hair is framing a face that would be considered beautiful by any standards, if not for the cold and lifeless eyes staring back at you.

She is dressed in simple robes, belted at the waist with a length of rope. A scimitar hangs at her hip, and a wooden shield is strapped to her back. In her hands she holds a staff, its top carved into the likeness of a skull.

This is the dungeon delver known as The Black Widow. She is feared by all who know her, for she shows no mercy to those who cross her path. She cares for nothing and no one, save for perhaps the goddess she serves. To say that she is heartless would be an understatement.

The Black Widow strikes fear into the hearts of all who meet her. She is an implacable foe, and one to be avoided if at all possible.