~* General Information *~

Name :~ Escalith d'Deneith
Age :~ 43
Race :~ Half-Drow
Height :~ 4'8"
Diety :~ Kelemvor
Profession :~ Retired Judicator
City of origin :~ Skullport
Known languages :~ Common, Drow


~* First Glance *~

Eye-catching, exotic. One of Escalith's kind is a rare one. Not a true drow, neither a passable elf in most eyes. Her skin is dark and even though she stands out in the midst of a drow crowd, her ancestors denied Escalith the choice of denying them. Born and grown up within the Port of Shadows, a teeming hive of evil that lies deep beneath Waterdeep, her past experiences and hardships were easy to detect. So was her left eye one of the most outstanding of her features. White and dull, the scar that ran across her cheak aswell as her forehead allowed even the most dim wittest to detect it's origin. Her right hand was engulfed within a metal glove. Although the design changed from time to time, Escalith could not be seen without the protection. Wether she was hiding something or protecting whatever rested beneath from it's surroundings was unclear at this point. Although most, if not all drow were blessed with snow white hair, Escalith on the other hand carried a dark rose coloured mane around. So long it was not covered and concealed beneath her dark cowl. Her frame was lithe, her skin struggled to keep the well trained muscles in shape. The only that could be a sign for her actual strength was her double-bladed scythe, should she be seen carrying it. Usually, it rested upon her back in the apparent form of chakram, the actual shaft holding the scythe-heads was adjustable by raw magic. Her steps weren't truly graceful, as one would expect it of her race, it was clear however that Escalith attempted to appear as delicate as she could. Although she was not graced with Elven beauty, nor the alluring looks of a drow, Escalith had a certain charm about her. A charm that not even her disgraced face could diminish.


~* Closer Look *~

Her skin was covered within not only a few, yet a few dozen scars and markings. Although Escalith has most likely not had the choice wether or not to be graced by those painful reminders of the past, one could only imagine the piece of art the naked woman could depicture. Scars and markings, aswell as inked tattoos, just barely darker than her very skin, curled and entwined in an endless stream along her entire frame. How far they actually went however was left to imagination, as the woman would never wear too revealing outfits, in public. Should Escalith happen to gaze at you, only the right eyed managed to lock upon you. As said, the left was entirely white and dulled out, but to closer inspection one could notice it to be glass. And although she could not move the faked orb around, her eyelid was still functioning properly. It was not unusual to spot the woman smiling, it was a difficult task however to determine the motive behind. Her facial emotions did not differ greatly from one another, allowing a high risk of misjudging the very situation should one not be familiar with the woman. The middle and ring finger upon the right, gloved hand were static, should Escalith be seen moving her hand enough to have that very feature to be noticable. It could hint at whatever was resting beneath the glove. A closer look on her attire would fail to stealth the metal chain, that kept her scythe connected with her leather reinforced battle suit. It allows Escalith to use her entire body to swing the weapon, aswell as offer additional protection against being disarmed. Around her neck rests a little pedant. Upon it the symbol of Kelemvor is carefully carved in. A skeletal hand holding a scale.


~* First Touch *~

Uneven, rough, disgraced. Many words spring to mind at the very touch of Escalith's skin. Should one dare to trace the scars, although very fine due to their age, one could never be certain where one would end, aswell as the next begin. Her right thigh, should it be touched felt cold even through the skin. Hinting at a permanent replacement of most likely shattered bones beneath. On the curious side however, not a single trace of any scar could be found at that very spot. The entire thigh remained perfectly smooth to the touch, although several closed wounds came to an abrupt stop around the very territory. The very same could be said about Escalith's right hand, aswell as forearm.


~* Red & Green Lights *~

Red :~ Anything underaged, excessive violence, orgies, toilet play, godgamers, poweremotes, permanent death.
Green :~ Being handled rough, 'forced' into sex(Requires my consent first), creativity, dirty talking!


~* For anything else, rp to find out *~


(Typos will be fixed eventually. I hope they are not too plenty)