Belonging to a house unknown to him, this young drow walks carefully, eyeing everything with a nervous gaze, as if he were worried something was going to jump out at him..

Backstory
Milminir, or as he is often called by his brother, Miller, came from Undermountain itself, born in the lower depths.
His mother had been running through the Undermountain's halls for many years, getting lucky time and time again.. Eventually, one's luck does run out, and this was proven on the day of Milminir's birth.
Miller's mother had luckily found a dryad a month prior, who was kind to her. The dryad allowed her to stay in her small chamber until the children inside of her womb came into the world.
Sadly, during Miller's birth, the mother had screamed so loudly it all was too much for her, and she died giving birth to her next generation.
Several creatures throughout the dungeon heard the scream and the wails of the new babes, despite the dryad's best efforts. They easily found the entrance to the home of the dryad, but not before she had disappeared along with the children.
Many years went by. The drow children had grown much older, appearing small teens. Alas, the dryad and her tree had also felt the effects of time, few leaves hanging from its branches. By the time of the dryad's death, the two boys were well into their one-twenties. Miller, carrying the last leaf to fall from the tree's branches, ran throughout the dungeon, attempting to escape the torment of the Undermountain he had endured for so many years. The fate of his brother was unknown to him, and we wasn't sure he cared.
Finally, as he came close to the surface, he found a small party of other drow, who agreed to take him in if he did as they said.
Soon, those drow moved further up, handing him a small dagger and a light cuirass of tanned leather. He marched with them until reaching some sort of elevator.
Upon rising from the depths, he was almost instantly thrust into his first fight against green-bannered guards in what appeared to be a cellar. They managed to kill each of them, losing one man.
The leader of the scouting party, a priestess to some twisted goddess, ordered them to stay put until they returned. Something in Miller's mind ticked, and when nobody was paying attention, he ran up the stairs and out a door, emerging in what appeared to him to be a large dungeon, with lights and stubby-eared elves and no visible ceiling...
He ran everywhere he could, taking food from carts and drinking from streams, stealing clothes to cover his eyes.
Eventually, he came upon a travelling mage of sorts, who took him in as an apprentice, noting a natural power within the skittish drow.
One day, when attempting to cast a spell to transport with his teacher, he was whisked away by Sinfar's magical pull, washing him up on the shores of the Dreaded Isles.

OOC Info
I don't have any reds other than scat, bad RP, mutilation, and women (only for this character)
My only yellows are bestiality and rape.
My greens are incest, watersports, smells (Don't overdo it, though) and men.

The rest of this character is WYSWYG.




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