The scar upon her forehead is old,  and those with magical intuition will be able to tell it is imbued to regenerate perpetually if damaged in any way. It is the Drow letter for L,  for "Lo'larox" (see below).

Her grace and delicate frame are suggestive of being an elf, yet her ears appear rounded. Closer inspection reveal scarring along the upper curves that carry similar enchantment as the mark upon her forehead, betraying the dreadful reality that pointed ears have been docked and prevented from ever regrowing again.

The pendant at her throat is of purest silver set with a dark but muted crimson gemstone.  The flat back is etched with the following: "Indentured Servant of Whitethorne Creche, known as Black Dove. Handler is Kell Borinson. Certified to buy, sell, and conduct official business on behalf of the Creche."

She is quiet in the manner of many enslaved elves born into the life, keeping her deep storm-blue eyes averted when in the company of others.  

Her name is given as a gentle whisper, perhaps the doing of a particularly poetic former master, and certainly her deep brunette hair, delicately pale skin and gentle demeanor seem to fit the name.
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Solranque is not a name she will give, but is elven for "Forgotten Memory Bound and Lost".

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((player made lore,  may be used by anyone.))

In the darkest corners of slave markets throughout the planes,  those unfortunate souls who are thought to be useful or worse,  beautiful, are bought and sold as property. Coin exchanges hands and fate turns away from those who fall to the chain.

 Among some of the markets where certain slavers deal in the rare and exotic, a strange phenomena was noticed centuries ago.  Certain slaves, both male and female were noticed to be delicately beautiful and exceptionally docile, never being known to refuse requests given by the ones who claimed ownership of them.

 Over time,  another quality was discovered- apparent indestructibility.  No matter what violent tortures or horrific scenarios these people were commanded into,  no matter if they were torn asunder or dead, gathering their remains together in a dark place would result in the slave being found the next day whole, healthy and seemingly without any memory of what had come before.  Some people disagreed however and that to look into the deep and lovely eyes of these creatures after many years of this treatment was like staring into their own personal hell, filling them with guilt and shame.

  These rare slaves began to be called "Phoenix",  or in Drow "Lo'larox",  and like their mythical namesake were sought after and prized by slavers, wizards and many others for their ability to perpetually renew and complete lack of aggression.

No one has discovered what they are,  or why they exist.  No one knows what their purpose is, but when they are discovered they are worth a kingdom's ransom to the more discerning collector of oddities.