Description
Before you stands a gaunt and decrepit drow. He walks with a constant
deformed limp and is hunched over into a hobble. His eyes however are alive
and blaze a fierce red from which exudes purpose. His armorments and clothing
are kept in utmost repair and he seems to take pride in his appearance,
making himself look quite regal despite his scars and oddities. The weapons
that hang about his person seem ill used as if they have been rarely used,
and when they were used by clumsy hands.
Role
Past
Added Sat Mar 5 21:34:48 2005 at level 1:
Treyis was a small, weak, and pathetically frail and common drow. Outcasted
and a beggar upon the streets of the Underdark Drow Cities he was beaten and
harassed for whatever he could scrounge and create. His only hope for
survival, he knew, was through priesthood. To be able to make others stronger
and become a crutch for them. Have them rely on him, so they would be quick
and eager to defend him. He had had a knack for creating small trinkets out
of grisly items such as organs, skin, and corpses from a young time though he
loved giving such to the mages and stronger children to rip apart and use. He
considered it beauty and artful, and knew his place was bringing such
materials to those more skilled then he. He would fuel those who leaned on
him so they would aid him in his creations.