A unique beauty born of a blessed family line (or so the old tale passed through the generations goes anyway), Jhaelynrae has found herself in this strange realm very different from her home world. Exuding a combination of strength, prowess, confidence, and sheer determination; outwardly she has a quiet presence about her. Deep down though she's quite the spitfire, and can easily become an intimidating figure as well as a raging torrent in the face of danger and strife...yes, despite her small stature.

Standing at 4'11" her petite, lithe, slender frame covered by flawless, midnight blue skin supporting narrow hips, a tight little ass, and rounded, perky, slightly large for her frame breasts. Beneath the surface of the clothing or armor she wears hide rings of silver, so light that they appear almost white in certain lights, piercing both of her dark, pert nipples as well as her dark little clit nestled beneath the hood of her hairless mound, and her sensitive elven earlobes and cartilage. Studs that same iridescent silver pierce her right nostril and labret; sometimes you'll catch her with dangling earrings in her earlobes as well. Her low-back length hair a sheer gloss of snow white tresses usually allowed to flow free, though sometimes she'll pull it back with an ornate band, stray hairs elegantly framing her countenance. Her eyes a bright green like dazzling emeralds marking her as noble blood with lineage to the original "blessed" of a now fallen house. The silvery voice that emanates from her dark lips is one that is soft-spoken usually though can become booming when need be. While only 135 years of age (a young adult in Drow society), the woman has been spared none of life's harsh lessons...prejudice, conflict, betrayal, destruction, loss, grievous wounds unseen but that have made their mark none the less. Left with nothing and no one save her lover, she picked up the pieces of a fractured existence and started over in new territory.

"In a world beyond controlling, are you going to deny the savior in front of your eyes? Stare into the night; power beyond containing. Are you going to remain a slave for the rest of your life? Give into the night."

Jhaelynrae has found herself part of a household once more, even if only as an adoptive member of the Angelf d'Eath family. She's no longer completely on her own though she continues to go by her house of birth's name coupled with that of her lover's. Those who know her best may even have marked a noticeably positive turn to her attitude and demeanor as of late. The Drowess presses on none the less together with the one who has given her reason to smile once more, an ever present source of strength and much of the reasoning behind her drive.  Her combat skills and prowess ever present in her movements; her scythe which she wields gracefully, effortlessly, and with deadly force ever upon her person as she drives forward. Steadfast and precise as she forges her path anew, a seemingly perfect warrior woman but then, nothing is ever as it really seems...  

"How many times can I break till I shatter? Over the line, can't define what I'm after. I always turn myself around. Give me a break, let me make my own pattern. All that it takes is some time, but I'm shattered. All that I feel is the realness I'm faking. Taking my time, but it's time that I'm wasting. I gotta turn this thing around."

Fighting Style: Combination Z'ress A'thalak & Phindar Streeaka

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"The Night"- Disturbed
"Not Strong Enough"- Apocalyptica
"Through the Ghost"- Shinedown