Description
Your gaze falls upon a lithe, ebon-skinned young woman.
Neatly brushed silver hair is held tight to her scalp
with simple silver barrettes. Her face is chiseled with
prominent cheek bones and a sharply angled jaw. There is
a handsome beauty about her, but she is not striking in
the traditional sense. Her eyes are slightly angled down
at the nose and perpetually squinted, as if the light of
the surface world is hard on them. Her nose is thin and
sloping, ending in a rounded tip above a full-lipped
mouth. Her sinuous frame is almost void of womanly curves.
She wears fine undergarments, fit for royalty, made of
varying fabrics ranging from colored silks to simple white
linens.
Role
OVERVIEW
Added Fri May 28 20:09:29 2004 at level 4:
Best described as sophisticated and aloof, Quevea demands
perfection of herself as well as those who she associates
with. Ambitious and egocentric, she expects to become the
centerpiece of anything she takes part in and automatically
assumes that all of those around her will pitch in to see
her succeed.
A believer in order, Quevea is a strict disciplinarian who
will always make sure that the punishment for indiscretion,
be it personal or professional, is swift and severe. She
will not tolerate anything but the highest level of
professionalism and, therefore, is quick to look down upon
those who are vulgar or uncouth. Those who make this a
habit, often the less intelligent species, will often find
themselves without her assistance.
She understands the power she wields and knows that many
will look to her for her guidance and other gifts. She does
not give these things freely, however, and will always
expect something in return.
Motivations
Added Tue Jun 8 13:48:35 2004 at level 19:
For eons the dark-elven race has gone rudderless, wasting its
time holed up in the Underdark. Since the demise of Lloth its
ambitions have been nil, content to remain in the confines of
its isolated city. Dark-elven Lords and Ladies have come and
gone, but still the race goes nowhere. However, with the rise
of Khasotholas it is Quevea's hope that the race will rise to
prominence and lead a mighty Empire.
The Throne has been used only by duergar, a trend Quevea will
tolerate no longer. She views their dull intellect as the reason
for the failure of the Empire to be successful in its attempts
to create a perfect society. The boorish and uncouth, those who
speak through greasy beards, do not carry themselves with the
dignity and honor a great leader should. She believes herself far
more suited to the role.