Height:  5'4"
Build:  Slight
Weight:  146lbs.
Skin:  Pale
Hair:  Black
Description:  At a distance, and in a room lit only by flickering flame, an undiscerning eye might mistake Etu for a mortal woman. Her silhouette is human enough, though despite her small frame those with keen senses quickly notice that something is wrong. Sharp eyes might spot flickering shadows about her face, sharp ears might hear the rasp of sand that accompanies her every movement. As such, she is almost never seen without a heavy cloak and hood, thick cloth giving her the ability to hide herself from the most cursory of gazes.

Under the light of the sun, there is no disguising the inhumanity of her features.  Her flesh is as dry and taunt as leather long scorched by the sun.   Each movement she makes is accompanied by a fall of a thin layer of black sand, as if she were somehow a shattered statue brought to life. Yet it is the miasma of death that clings to her that is the most obvious, a black shroud that hangs about her in a grim aura.  It is a dark, cold, dry thing, ever present in her divinity. She carries with her at all times a heavy staff, fashioned of some strange and twisted black metal.  The miasma that so infuses her is infused through this too, the Necromantic energy the antithesis of all life.