Age: 91
Height:4'9"
Weight: 72 lb
Bust: 32 D
Occupation:Ex-Assassin Rogue/Shadowdancer
Race: Drow
Alignment: Chaotic good

In a land of swords and sorcery, it is often wondered how so many heroes and heroines go through their lives in adventure. Many races, the drow for example, have so many odd racial quirks, that one could wonder how such a drow like Drizzt Do'urden could manage the amazing things he did.

Simple really, the rules are bent, the gods favor, the bad guys are inept. Any number of things could be the case, and in the end, noone will know the actual story, because the people writing the tale have their objective view on the situation.

But what does this have to do with Nil'quiri?

Simple, her story hasn't been told yet... So noone's being objective about her blatant weaknesses toward the art of being an adventurer.... and an ex-assassin at that fact.

Back story

"Velg'larn
elghinn d' deis
kyorli d' isto
mrannd'ssinss d' vlos
Velg'larn

Velg'larn
Ussta ssinssrigg zhah e'et
Ussta elghinn zhah noamuth
Ussta jiv'undus zhah dosst p'leik
Velg'larn"

-The chant of Velg'larn (Assassin)

From the moment Nil'quiri could see, she was blinded. Blinded by a silk blindfold. It was to ensure she would never, ever need her eyes.

"L' solen d' natha ilythiiri ph' kl'eril wun ssussun"

"The eyes of a drow are useless in light."

From the moment she was able to walk, she was taught to step silent, to move with grace, to never lose balance.

"Maav'at d' elamshinae zhah natha mithuth ulu Llolth"

"Ignorance of grace is a sin to Llolth"

From the moment she learned grace, she was given a sacred weapon, and was to learn all aspects of it. Through this weapon, she could bring grace into the art of death... grace in the way of Velg'larn.

"Plynn nindol qwe nacta l' waess vrine'winith l' vlos l' lloun d' elg'cahl"

"Take this needle. pierce the skin. stop the blood. the art of poison."

From the day she mastered the weapon, she was given a task. A single act, to show her resolve in the name of her goddess. Her sister, bound to the altar, the sacred needle in her hand.

"Belbau ilta ulu Llolth, doera mzild taga venoch. Doer ulu udossa, dalninil. Doer ulu udossa, velg'larn."

"Give her to Llolth, become more than murder. Come to us, sister. Come to us, assassin."

...this is where many a story ends...but Nil'quiri's story begins.

She looks to the needle, the sanguine poison dripping on the blade...she looks to her sister, petrified in fear. She looks to the Night Mother, seeking a different way.

...there is no other way, of course. It is kill, or walk away.

The needle would be gripped between knuckles, the point still dripping.... and with a flourish, the needles would strike....embedding into the altar, breaking into pieces, resounding that sound through the chamber.

...She knows her sister will not live, regardless.

...but she will not be the one to do so. Her blindfold is returned, a blade to her neck, only for her right hand to unclench.... and the bright powder flashes.

Before any can realize what happened... she is gone. In rage, the night mother stabs the sister in the chest... but a wry grin is painted on her face, coughing blood before whispering to the others.

"Dos inbal morfel dosst astunin"

"You have made your undoing"

Personality

Nil'quiri is not a cold blooded killer. She is not a crazed murderer, she is not a cruel-hearted dominatrix. She is not a fanatical follower of Llolth.

She may be drow, but she is kind, sweet, loving, considerate, polite, calm, subdued, even submissive.

She is everything a drow is not and she knows it. She -easily- can take on a persona of the drow, becoming that which all see the drow as...but she is not that person.

No matter how much her coven wished her to be.


Lightblind/Lightsick

Drow born in the underdark spend most of their lives in perpetual darkness. Because of this, drow have evolved to a point where light itself will blind any who are ill prepared for it....and even some who -are- prepared. Nil'quiri is one of the very unlucky that bears extreme reactions to light. In essence, the following happens

*She loses all ability to see when in direct or indirect light, either sun or torch/flame.

*Light of any form, direct or indirect, will cause her to feel slightly ill to her stomach.

*Indirect sunlight causes her to feel slightly ill and pained in her eyes, even if covered.

*Direct sunlight causes her skin to erupt in pain, along with her becoming violently ill, disoriented and further exposure will render her unconscious.


Traffic lights

Keep in mind, outside of dungeons and some indoor settings, she is BLIND. She may be able to percieve you if you get close, but if you just shout out at her from far away, she probably wont look in your direction.

Always assume if she's outside, she has a blindfold on.

Green: Love, Romance, Kindness, Other Good Drow, Non-Racist Elves, Halflings, Gnomes, Submissiveness, Animals. Most Anything sexual (When in doubt, Tell.)

Yellows: Anything that isnt a red.

Red: Slavery, Death, Drow and Elves going out of their way to make her life hell. (You can insult and sneer, but dont make it your mission to fuck with her, seriously.) Malicious hate toward the Drow.