Soarin wasn't your typical average drow male with white hair and dull grey eyes.  Most joined the military or became wizards, others merely slaves to women in their lives.  This wasn't his lot in life however.  Many years ago he was sent off into the depths of the underdark to die alone and scared but it was there that he found something more to his calling.  An appreciation of the natural world.  Much of his time is spent as something other than his natural self, but when the need arises he is seen wearing rather ordinary garb and cloak.  Colors and designs mattered little and so did his fashion sense.  In his left hand he carries a large Scythe which he uses much like a walking stick.  Aside from that little else is apparent.  If it weren't for his house insignia one would think he was a lowly peasant and that's where they are mistaken.  Like his brethren with whom he now travels he is a noble drow elf and he composes himself as such when necessary.