Race:  Human...ish
Sex:  Female
Physical Age: Early 20's
Hair:  Lavender to Magenta
Eyes:  Red-Brown...ish
Skin:  Very Fair, even Pale
Build:  Slight and Willowy
Bust:  Ample
Distinguishing Marks:  Burn scars on her forearms and the soles of her feet, marring her otherwise flawless skin.


Ezbeth Fyrwult is descended from Houses Fyrwult and Strigoini, both long lineages of earls, counts and other lesser nobility.  And she makes a point of conducting herself as well as could be expected of her lot.

But in her yearnings and searches for power and greatness, she has come to answer the call of one even greater than herself, one who promises to ease her of what grave weaknesses she bares to a rare and precious few.

When not keeping to her lofty tower in Old Ambrosia, she delves the Necropolis just beyond the outskirts of the City of Kissmet, seeking something -- or someone -- within and below.

Surely she is no more than a common, mortal human of comfortable means, nothing more.  And yet she surely has tales to tell, lore to share and philosophies to explore.  Won't you open your door to her and invite her in?