Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 lbs
Skin: Ebony
Hair: Silver white

Just under four hundred years since a low house fell under the rubble of a rank-placement war has it been since the armor of such a forgotten place has been donned. Just barely underneath four hundred years. A long time in the lives of many drow, who barely hope to live through four hundred years at all, what with the chaos they generally live within. Four hundred years...lain within a protective chest, where no rays of light would so touch them...the mithril-weave chainmail, bearing the favours and the blessings of the Spider Queen...with the magical faerie flames dancing over its form, depicting half a dozen intricately detailed spiders, and also a single, drow female, reclining and entwining amidst those wickedly beautiful arachnids.

Not many would remember the low-ranking house...fewer still would remember the young fighter that drew blood in the name of his Queen goddess, and for no other in the whole of the undercommons. That same young fighter who received, twice each week, the blessed words of the spider queen herself, for his continued practices, in serving her words. That same young warrior whose hands took the heads of his mother and sister for their displeasing of his Queen and goddess....

The young warrior that brought the fall of his house, and received no punishment in doing so. Quite possibly, also, the only drow...male drow...to have been released from servitude to the Spider Queen for his services prior to her. Further, she had bestowed upon him the right to choose the meaning of his house symbol...even rarer an honour amongst low-rank priestesses, and unheard of amongst males.

So, for nearly four hundred years, a drow has walked the surface lands, not in fear for his life, but in rejoicing and freedom from the trials of the drow world. Never needing to watch your back for a stray dagger makes life so very much easier.

Such a life led to new skills being learned, to new loves being discovered, held onto and kept deeply close to the heart. New philosophies have been picked up, as well as a new profession, instead of the life of a cold-blooded killer. Blades, alone, do not a killer make. Skills, alone, do not a warrior make. Intrigue...now there is an idea to be wary of.