Character Specs:

 Race: Drow (Ooc: Demonic undertones in blood lines, last name, and through ritual)

 Patron Diety: Nocticula (Goddess of pleasure through pain.)

 Rank: General of the United Underdark Armies,  at Chaulssin and Loknar. Acting ambassador to the surface during times of peace... yes, peace. Malla'uss - The great one

 Skin: Smokey black. His body is covered from head to toe in the scars of battle. Though the texture may seem different, he's wears them much as a tiger wears it's stripes.

 Hair: Silvery-white, soft locks which hide the centuries of battles and subterranian lifestyle and also glow in dim light.

 Eyes: Bottomless abyssal portals wreathed in corneas of blue, writhing, cold flame.

 Height: Extremely tall for a Drow, Scortch stands at a full 6'6".

 Facial: While used to wearing piercings, he's taken them out recently and allowed them to close. His gaze is one of power, hunger and lust. His brows are cut to attractive tapers, naturally or not it'd be difficult to discern.

 Body: Athletic, cut. His body is an outward extension of his mind, twisted beyond recognition into a creature of beauty, pain and suffering. The muscles, veins and ligaments seem as though they've been abused over millenia and have fought back tenfold.

 Phallus: (Ic-only! Nya, nya, nya!! :P)

 Demonic Features: (With the exception of his eyes...) Where fingernails should be are short, broad, black talons. His overall tone and strength were severely impacted. His longevity has been quadrupled, as such his face/hair would reflect around late 20's, early 30's. His sword was once the gateway and home for a powerful ice-demon called 'Der Metzgermeister' or 'The Master-Butcher' who's namesake is carved into the hilt of the blade. He's consistantly radiating soft, cool energy. Ethereal wings jut out from his spine at two points on his back which eminate arctic energies.

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                History:

    Many of the poorer or scattered tribes of Drow found their brothers in the deeper tunnels more and more thirsty for blood, no matter from whom it came. For this reason, those with little power and influence lived closer to the surface. They were the first to know when intruders came, and as such were viewed as expendable. From this logic we find a hunting party, moving quietly beneath a moonless night.

    The trees in this area made for a thick, tropical jungle. All manner of wildlife stalked and preyed in the depths of darkened night, and the two Drow were no exception. The first drew breath as he waited for the charge he knew was to come. So it went, the dire-boar turned and snarled at him, lowering it's tusks menacingly. For a moment the Drow felt panic, then disbelief as a figure dropped from the canopy above and fell upon the boar. The man-sized boar and the larger Drow tussled on the forest floor, neither wanting to lose life or limb and niether giving up.

    The first Drow rushed forward and snarled as he felt the dagger slip into his hand from his sleeve, he drove into the boar's neck. A parting gift for his efforts, he was rewarded with a hammer-hoof to the temple, knocking him unconcious.

    Screams, he rememberd waking to screams. Fire, blood and those screams. The boar lay beside him at the entrance to the tunnel system though there was chaos ensuing down in the settlement. The young Drow struggled to his feet, blinking and straining to see further down the path. He could smell the blood, hear the screams...

"Hello boy." Came a voice from behind.

"Vel'klar?" He turned and was greeted by an archmage's spell, incapacitating him soundly.

    He'd hear them talk about him. An 'anomoly in the spieces'. A Drow with no magical ability, nore the desire to practice magic who was instead larger and more physically defined. A 'freak' the magi would say. He didn't like the mages in the tower, always poking, prodding and taking blood. For years he endured the pain of their existance and being caged by these fools...

    Good thing they're all dead now, he supposed.

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    When the La'Throtep's found him, he was wild. No one knew for how long he'd been running about in the Underdark though the reports of a feral Drow attacking caravans, travellers and officials of UDC were beginning to beg bounty hunters. One such Jabress decided that instead of collecting gold, she'd turn this Drow into her bounty... and so it was.

    Harder to break than a hell hound pup and far cheekier, Scortch rose to enormity within the La'throteps by kicking up as much dirt as possible. He gained a reputation as a 'jerky' connoisseur, ranging from elf to human, from cow to dwarf. Over time he developed knowlege which helped him as a diplomat in order to sit side by side the Valsharess of his region (sometimes he'd just take the throne for himself and she'd be left standing, pissed, but standing!).

    In the efforts against the surface, Scortch was awarded the titles 'General' and 'Malla'uss' which in Drow is 'Great One'. His time with the La'throteps allowed him access to powerful artifacts. One of which found him.

    Der Metzgermeister, the demonic balor of ice which resided within Scortch's blade. The creature and Scortch were linked for some time until Scortch and a small force were able to destroy the power. Upon destruction, Scortch gave the energies a home within himself, deciding such power would be dangerous if it ever found its way back to him. 'Keep your friends close.....'

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A letter found in the La'Throtep study;

    'Peace is what kills the soldier. I've fought hard for and ensured a future for our family. I am hereby taking a leave of absence from my post in order to travel. I leave this note, and a small droplet of my own blood as proof that, when I am needed once more, you may find me.

                               ~Scortch'

  Greens: This character is extremely open, if there's any interest either come rp or send me a tell.

  Yellows: Will depend on mood of rp/of player.

  Reds: Any Server-listed reds, humiliation, defication, urination, perma-anything-to-do-with-srp.