A young drow, likely only having left his childhood milestone of 100 years of life. It soon becomes obvious he does not function well in society on the surface, his personality often shifting from encounter to encounter, as if trying to adapt and yet finding the surface too strange for him to take a definite stand on anything. One day its sarcasm, the next its a quiet, evasive demeanor, the next he may even feel flirtatious.. one can only know until they meet him. Nym'roos, the Lost Child, bears upon him a cold countenance that speaks of a heart hardened by the cruelty of his former life. His eyes are both equally alluring and foreboding, his body is lithe and yet has clearly defined muscle structure; his face holds the eyes of a predator and the cold, stern expression of a warrior, but yet as tempting as the tales of dark elven attraction tell.. For those who see him bedecked in armor and weaponry, Nym'roos is a clear fan of wielding a katana, keep sharp and well-maintained at all times. Sometimes he can be seen with a shield on his back.. though that is usually where it stays if it can be helped and often he wears heavy armor, although he tries to keep the amount worn to a minimum. All in all, any attraction you feel building is always accompanied by the warning bell: "Is this wise..?"; and any hatred you feel for this dark creature is often returned by two, crimson orbs with a stone-hard determination to survive filling them..