Name: Varken Thiel'feyn
Race: Drow
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Eyes: Crimson Red
Hair: Snow White

Lore:
Varken appears as the embodiment of everything his house tried to break in him: coldness, strength, and perfectly controlled menace. His skin holds a dark obsidian shade with a faint violet undertone, as if light itself was never meant to touch him. Long silver-white hair falls over his shoulders; elegant, though some strands look as if they had once been torn out by force and grown back only recently.

His crimson eyes burn with a blood-red glow. They are not the eyes of a fanatic. They hold lingering anger, years of suppressed obedience, and wounds that never truly healed. Yet those same eyes reveal something more: calculation, patience, and an unwavering refusal to ever kneel again.

His face carries fine but deep scars, marks of punishments that should have been forgotten long ago. Among them lie runic markings resembling a spider?s web. Once a symbol of ownership, now nothing more than a silent reminder of chains he himself has severed.

His body is slender and flexible, yet filled with hidden strength. He moves with the quiet of a predator who has survived far more than he should have. Every motion feels tense, as if one single thought vibrated through him at all times:
Never be caught. Not again.

He is usually dressed in an old black coat that has seen thousands of miles, yet still protects him from the cold of the night. Its inner lining always hides some tool or device, something that might save his life when trouble finds him during his wandering on the surface world.


Yes
Drows Roleplay. Romance, PVE, Long-term relationships, Femdom, Sex A/V, Licking, Demons, Elves, Extreme Tightness, Fangs, Hair Pulling, Roughness, Scratching, Sexual Exhaustion, Spanking, Squirting, Breast Smothering, Clothed Sex,

No
Death, Filth, Multiple Partners, Male in ERP, Vomiting, Vore