A creature of blackest night with shimmering white hair. A Half-Draegloth, concieved as a tribute to the Goddess of the Drow, the Great Lady of Spiders Lolth.

His father having long since returned to the abyssal wars fought in the name of the great lady in some deep reach of the Demonweb Pits, and his mother tragically slain before his birth and left for dead on the cool marble floor of the great defaced temple. His first act upon clawing his way free from his mother's body had been an instinctual mourning that had quickly become a deep howling rage that saw him stalk the paleskinned insurgents across the hostile plains and caverns of the dark below the world. Taking stragglers when they where unaware and dragging them away to nurse himself on their lifeblood. Tearing them apart one by one and leaving the others fearful of an unseen hunter, spurring them on to foolish haste that sent the last surface elf off of an unseen cliff in the lightless Underdark. He'd watched an listened to the Elf's screams as it was devoured by the alien tentacle-faced creatures, having already sated himself on all of it's friends. He had been left to fend for himself, hunting and raiding beasts and travellers and reading studying the scrolls and texts and books in the ruined temple that became his lair. Growin weary of solitary mindless drugery he followed a caravan to the nearest city and lurked upon it's outskirts wondering what adventures awaited him.