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~ Name: Dirznolu Baentlar
~ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
~ Species: Drow (Dark Elf)
~ Gender: Female
~ Class: Wanderer, Warrior
~ Age: 71
~ Eye Color: Cobalt
~ Hair: Snowy white except for her right bang, which is silver (the mark of her goddess.) Her hair is pulled back into a single braide, though the silver lock is braided by itself with a silver chain that has a ravens feather on the end.
~ Height: 5'3"
~ Clothes: Wears a navy blouse that ties at the top and has a vest over it, black cloth pants that are tucked into soft, calve-high, black leather boots. She also wears a deep cowled, black cloak.
~ Weapons: Two daggers- one about half a foot in length, the other about three inches. A pair of metal-plated battle fans. A pair of elven crafted, twin scimitars.
*Envy: Dragon Scimitar. Twin of Joy. Has an octigonal cut sapphire in hilt. Protects user from fire attacks and buzzes when magic is being used around the blade. The hilt is black with a mithril blade that is about two feet in length. Runes run along the edge of the blade to keep sharp.
*Joy: Dragon Scimitar. Twin of Envy. Has an octingonal cut ruby in hilt. Protects user from ice attacks and buzzes when danger is near. The hilt is black with a mithril blade that is about two feet in length. Runes run along the edge of the blade to keep sharp.
~ Short Descrip/Past: Born in the UnderDark to a family that often had mages, she was quick to find out she possessed little skill for the art. When she stumbled upon the training grounds for the warriors and gaurds, she found her art and skill that she excelled in. Her ability to weild two weapons and master more than one type kept her alive more than once. She trained for years with the weapons and became one of the most skilled in her city. She would have become one of the elites, but learned that she had to become a priestess of Lloth, so fled with another drow she had deemed trustworth and a friend. Both hid in the underdark for a few years, surviving on what they could scrounge and honing their battling skills until one day a group of Drow found them. Unlike normal drow, Dirznolu's friend sacraficed himself in order to allow her time to escape, where she decided that she could no longer live in the underdark. Exiled from her home, with the penality of death on her name, she came to the surface world, where she found out that not many creatures cared for her kind and tended to hold grudges. Here she stumbled, literally, upon Envy and Joy, and found the love of a new goddess, the Dark Maiden, Eillistraee. She's been on the surface for about a decade now, and has managed to meet a few people she would call friend, but has also gained some powerful enemies.


Basic introduction for Dirznolu.

A shadow. That's all she was as she silently made her way through the woods. There was nothing to clarify her presence, except for a brief outline if she had to venture towards the lesser shadows. But, in the blink of an eye, the faint outline would vanish, leaving one in a state of utter confusion- had they actually seen someone, or had it been a trick of their mind?
Truely this one was skilled in the art of silence. Soft, black leather boots lightly touched the ground with each step- always toe-heel-toe-heel. A rustle of cloth, when she felt careless, suggested she wore pants. Indeed, they matched the ebony hue of her boots, tucking into the mid-calf footwear at the ends.
Her cloak- deep cowled and darker than a moonless night- was light weight, and covered her slim frame perfectly. What was under the dark cloak, one might ask? At her slender hips rested a belt that held four sheathed weapons: a pair of twin scimitars and a pair of metal-plated battle fans. Indeed, this shadow walker was skilled in more than one ways.
Her torso was adorned with a navy blouse that was lower cut and was holed with leather ties, starting about a third way down the long sleeved shirt. This, of course, was covered by a simple, black leather vest that seemed to serve as armor, perhaps?
Her face and skin could not be seen, for her hands rested under her cloak while her face under the deep cowl of it.
Even so, it was clear that this petite- for at only five foot, three inches, her slender frame did seem quite petite- figure was no human. With grace in every step, muscles honed and working in perfect harmony, it only added to the wonder of this woman as she wandered the forest, in search of noises her keen ears had picked up some distance back. Even shadowed warriors fell victim to curiousity.