Fae'areth d'lil Riknueth-Velve

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~ Details ~ Name: Fae'areth d'lil Riknueth-Velve Meaning: Sworn Secret of the Bitter Blade Alias: The Silver Spider Race: Drow Gender: Female Eyes: Pale Mint Green Hair: Bone White (often dyed red) Skin: Silvery Gray Height: 5'3" Weight: 95lbs Deity: Presumed Lolth House Status: Unknown Occupation: Proprietor of The Jewelled Web, Head Bitch of the Riknueth-Velve "The spider is a perfect creature: elegant in her symmetry, silent in her step, and deadly in her hunting. In short, she is much like a drow." ~ Description ~ The female stands at a diminutive five feet three, though may appear taller when her heels hike up her height. She carries her petite physique erect but without awkwardness, though there's something about her movements that demands attention. Difficult to pinpoint, it might just be the haughty air of superiority that sometimes exudes from her pleasing grace. The observant may note that she almost exclusively wears something skin-tight, her garments often made from spidersilk or sleek leathers stretched tautly over her feminine form and accentuating that slender figure. She wears no jewelry aside from a small amulet on a long black chain that vanishes into her clothing. The young female has smooth, unmarred skin that holds a dusky hue, as though a wizard's failed experiment ended up with this silvery grey result that likely cost him his life. She appears to watch her surroundings with quiet and beguiling detachment, not so much looking disinterested as she looks bored, restless, or unexcited. Her long, bone white hair is almost exclusively pulled back into a casual, tall tail. On occasion, the lustre length can be found in a tight coil and bound by a black web-lace hairnet at the back of her head. With her cowl pulled away, it is not uncommon to see a tiny spider or two run across it, vanishing into its nest-like bundle. A few tresses frame perfected, decidedly beautiful features; her lips seductive, cheekbones high, yet her expression is most often as cold as winter ice, and when one might expect to meet blood-red orbs, her face becomes dominated by a pair of incandescently pale green eyes peering out at the world beyond. Albeit a rare thing, the fading remains of a smirk may grace her full lips when she finds amusement in something. In spite of that little lurking smile, there's something unsettling about the pale acidity of her eyes, the cruel taste of winter that lingers behind them, and the hunger that sometimes inescapably shines through. Unnerving may also be the more predatory of her icy smiles, when her mouth becomes dominated by a pair of dainty, sharpened canines. For all this, when her silky voice emerges, the onlooker may forget any notion of cruelty hidden within her smirk, behind those hungry eyes, or at the pinpoints of her fangs. "Be the broken or the breaker, Be the giver or the undertaker." ~ Background ~ I was born with ebon-hued skin, the colour of the spaces between the walls of the caverns; the colour of the deeps of our chasms. You might say that I am the colour of midnight and indeed, that is one of the names that you have given me - the Face of the Night. I laugh at that name. It means nothing to me. It speaks of your weakness, of your fear, of your dread of the things that haunt your quiet hours and tread their malicious steps through your dreams. It speaks of your self-conscious, embarrassed whispers when you rise from your bed in the dawn of the morning, and make light of that which you feared in the dark of the night. For us, there is no day, no night. There is no relief of morn. There is only dark. And the dark is our friend. We come from the deepest part of the earth. Oh, I know that you will say that you and I were once brothers, sisters, cousins... that we mingled sweat and tears upon leafy beds under dewy, sun-soaked leafy bowers. Well I know this. And well I know it to be true. But that was then and this is now. We are born of the dark in the deepest places, our skin, our eyes, our very souls tainted by the poison and magic sitting in the very stone itself; changed, mutated, evolved into what we now have become. And while we share our shape - our lozenge-faced, long-fingered, elegant-eared shape with you, we are oh, so different, so ...beyond what once we were. We are born of the dark in the deepest places. The dark is us and we are the dark. When we were birthed in the dark we did not cry out in fear or joy, at our coming into this world. We came as we mean to go on, with adamantine determination to serve from the start, from our first breath to our last. We were born without fear but with the strength that comes from stealth, from the need to protect hearth and home from those who would dare to call us prey. And so we came quietly, each of us. And we grew quietly to our modest height with that same determination. And we learned, in the silence, from crib to weapon hall, to Handmaid's whip, to Wizard's fire or Assassin's noose... we grew in the dark, quietly, with resolution: so that none will call us prey. You call yourselves lean and willowy, nimble and dexterous. We share those traits but not those gilt-edged phrases. You call us frail, bent, quick and cunning. And so we are. But our frailty is as much gilt as your honeyed words, for we are the water around the rock; the reed in the wind; the sinew on the bone. We will not break easily. Our strength is in our core, in our very being, in our will to be what we can be. We are not weak. We are drow. ~ Rumours ~ People say that Fae'areth supposedly: Runs a shady drug cartel. Can get you anything for the right price. Has been to the Demonweb Pits. Loves fried flayer tentacle rings. May be a treasure hunter. Is quite possibly an assassin. A beholder assassin, actually. Is prone to being lied about! ~ Lights ~ I am here to RP. Don't be a douche. Don't assume things. I reserve the right to walk away from anything I find too disturbing (incl. terrible RP and general nonsense). ~ If This Was a Musical ~ In This Moment - Blood 30 Seconds to Mars - Hurricane Like A Storm - Love The Way You Hate Me
Player:	Prelude to a Nightmare
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Elf