Sszerin is a little over a hundred years old. As a male drow, his skin is a deep obsidian, his eyes are red and his hair is silver. He's quite handsome, and cuts a fine figure.

Ruthless and cunning, Sszerin is obsessed with station and getting ahead in drow society. He's worked his whole life to try and become a consort to the local Reverend Mother, one of the highest positions a male can achieve in his society. He subscribes to the idea that drow are the superior race. Resents his "rescuer."