~The Folded~
|Daron Zha'ruin|male|68|Drow|Mithiclor
Character’s Role: Born originally to a poor mother, Daron had the luck to be adopted in a wealthier house, that had need for warriors. He is too young and inexperienced yet to have achieved a higher rank than a low warrior of the noble house Zha'ruin and of course, he is not yet "man enough" to catch the eye of a woman. Maybe in another forty or so years...
~The Character~Play-by: A drawing
Appearance: Height: 4.9
Weight: around 100 or 110 lbs, currently less
Eye Color: red with a slight hue of copper
Hair Color: snowy white, worn long and open
Physical Description: His skin tone is obsidian dark, a sharp contrast to his white hair and red eyes. Due to his life under the scourge of a vicious matriarchy as a low male and a warrior, his body is littered with scars. Compared to humans or other elves, he is very small and slightly build, in his race, the females are the physically more impressive. Pointy ears, a symmetric face with large, almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones label him as an elf. He has a juvenile, a bit androgynous appearance, that is considered "good-looking" by Drow standards.
Personality: DEMEANOR: Towards Drow in general neutral/friendly, very submissive towards Drow females like he has learned it, initially aggressive and arrogant towards any other race or species. As a slave he has quickly learned to submit to his new master, though he always regards females
as the more "important gender".
PREJUDICES:
Against any non-Drow individuals. He distrusts magic in general and seeing a male use magic scares him into bits. To the priestesses of Lloth, this is blasphemy and he always expects a giant spider jumping out of nowhere and devouring the heretic *shudders*.
He has been raised in the fear of the evil spider goddess Lolth, whom the Drow worship. Since he has been born male, he is visibly not in Lolth favour and to her and her followers merely some toy to be discarded at the slightest whim, if he displeases his betters or has outlived his usefulness. Daron has witnessed the magic abilities Lolth grants to the priestesses in her favour only too often, he believes in Lolth, but only because his life would be forfeit if he wouldn't.
Daron is not stupid, but not too bright as well, average for his kind. Due to the severe indoctrination by his mother, his surrogate family and the priestesses, who rule the dark elves society, he has learned to suppress his natural curiousity and playfulness and to merely do what he is told. Of course, this had dulled his abilities and interests considerably. Due to his built, he lacks strength in comparison to others. Daron can be very polite and charming, a must for a male Drow in a female-dominated society.
Strengths:Determined, loyal (a rarity amongst Drow!) and likes to tinker with anything complicated and fragile, loves to fix things.
Weaknesses:Superstitious, prejudiced, unexperienced, believes blindly in what he had been taught. He is no valiant hero and prefers the sneaky way, if he can. Some would call him a coward.
History: Family/Marital/ back history:
Father: Whoever tickled his mothers fancy at this point
Mother: Zh'reefa Aidron, a commoner woman
Siblings:
One older brother, Draak
Two younger sisters, Zaydha and Zoarth
Daron was born the secondboy of a common mother in a small Drow city. His house was not rich, so his mother, who had to care for two daughters and the elderboy as well, pulled a few strings and gave Daron into the care of a much more influential and richer house, figuring out that she could do better without another useless boy. After all, she had two promising daughters!
Having learned his place in Drow society early, Daron was pleased to be given into the care of another house, away from two sisters who loved to tease and torment him.
His mother had raised him well for Drow standards and his new caregivers continued to raise him in the fear of the spider goddess Lloth, so he developed into what could be described as a well-bred, well-behaved young Drow male.
It didn't really hurt that he was rather pretty as well. Together with his manners and all around conduct, he was regarded by his superiours with favour.
His new house, Zha'ruin, even allowed him to bear its much more prestigious name and paid for his education in Melée-Magthere, the war academy for young Drow.
Daron managed a good graduation and was consequentially sent by his new house to be a member of a small group of fifteen other males on raids.He participated in a couple of successful raids already, until something went wrong...
Darons group ran into a much larger force than they had expected - mercenaries - and were mostly killed. Few escaped and Daron was not amongst them. Nevertheless, he survived and when the mercenaries realized that he was alive, they took the opportunity to make a few more coins and sold him to a traveling merchant.
Said merchant bought the captive Drow with the thought of having him protect his horsecart and his goods, due to the proverbial feral nature of the Drow... and maybe to tame him for some other services as well during the long, boring and lonely time on the road.
That turned out to be a bad idea, Daron tried desperately to escape or attack his "owner" again and again. He could be subdued for a while, but as soon as he was a bit recuperated he tried it again, terrified by the bright, painful light of the sun, the strange people and animals, his new masters harsh treatment and the fact that he was completely alone.
Being chained to a horse cart he was dragged around the strange and frightening surface world for months unil they finally stopped in a town he did not and could not know... and there, he should be sold to the highest bidder.
But the terrified young Drow managed to run... and he ran until he collapsed and found himself in a place he had never heard about.
Unique Powers/Abilities: Due to the easily accessable magic, Darons species has developed several innate abilities that even the lowest male possesses and employs regularly.
First off, the "orb of darkness", a roughly ten yard sphere of absolute darkness. Nothing can be seen inside of it, neither with magic, nor with technology, anybody inside of it, except of the caster, is technically blind, too. It remains for about a minute.
Another innard ability is the "Faerie Fire" a completely harmless distraction that creates the illusion of something or somebody being surrounded by flames. These flames don't burn anything or cause pain, but they can surely make an unwitting victim panic. This spell lasts about a minute, too.
Night vision is essential for a being that spends its whole life underground in absolute darkness. It is comparable with infrared vision, mixed with ultrasound, but since there is no technology in Daruns world, it is just accepted that it exists.
Elves in Darons home world have to opportunity to choose between "regular" sleep and the so-called "reverie", comparable to a light doze in which state they are completely aware oftheir environment. Only severe injury or exhaustion will force a Drow to sleep.
Due to the generally belligerent nature of the Underdark and the fact that there are many large predators, that prefer to ambush their victims, the dark elves have developed heightened senses, compared to humans. Of course, there are drawbacks of this. Sunlight causes excruciating pain, loud noises as well and some smells can cause a dark elf to go nearly insane. Their skin is soft and thin and they have generally low pain resistance.
~Necessary Details~Other: Drow have no body hair and don't grow a beard. Think of a dwarf, reversed.
They can live for 700 years easily, some might say,to a millenia,but rarely does a Drow survive that long in the lethal Underdark - and the lethal Drow society. Maturuty is reahed around 100 years of age, but a warrior would not be considered experienced until 200 or 250 years.
Daron is the equivalent of a 16 or 18 year old human.
Rp Sample: It was early in the morning when the large horse cart, pulled by a bonny bay mare, entered the market place of Maridon, amongst a plethora of other carts, beasts of burdens and small peddlars who transported their meagre goods on shanks pony.
This cart, was among the larger ones, sturdy and welloiled on iron-clad wheels it spoke of its owners wealth as well as the curried and well-fed draughtmare in front of it.
Arnius Waylander, a stocky, large human of nondescriptant features had made good deals on the road to this jewel of a town and with a bit of luck, his good fortune would continue here.
The rare furs and pelts he had bought in the wild and hostile Nordlands should earn a veritable fortune... and he would invest a good part of this fortune in fine silk and spices to return there.
But once he had unharnessed the mare and sent a street urchin off with the valuable animal to bring her to a close stable, he grimaced. Damn, he should have cleaned up his *other* merchandize or whatever it was that hissed at him aggressively from a corner of his cart.
But yesterday evening, when he had tried to get the Drow to be a little more friendly, the beast had scratched and bitten him, unable to do more, due to the heavy chains, until he had had to subdue the mad beast with the cartwhip.
Hm, whipmarks wouldn't look good on it, but he could certainly explain them to a potential buyer.
"Yes, you stupid bitch, hiss at me!"
he growled, snatching an end of the chain to pull the desperately resisting dark elf slowly but inevitably out of the cart.
"Either you'll sell for a good price after all the trouble you've been, or I'll get you to be a bit more pleasant at night. Whatever, a day in the sun won't kill you, I think."
After a while he had finally achieved his goal and a scrawny, half-naked creature with dark skin and white hair tumbled out of the cart, curling up into a fetal position once it was exposed to the bright morning sun. The Drow didn't resist much more when he was dragged to one of the front wheels, safely out of the merchants way and the chain fastened to said wheel.
It was a pitiful sight, the smooth dark skin bearing scratches and welts, the ankles and wrists chafed from wearing a too coarse chain for too long, the originally silky long hair a tangled mess.
Snarling helplessly, Daron tried to hide his face, his eyes from the burning, tormenting light of the surface world, but only to little avail. The chain was too short and he whimpered quietly, when he realized that.
Another small cruelty of many... but these "days" how his master called the time, when the brightest of the two orbs was in the "sky" ended after a while, he had learned that much.
Therefore, he curled up into a small ball of misery and tried to will the time away.
Meanwhile Arnius Waylander had unloaded a part of his pelts and started to call them out:
"Pelts, pelts, the finest pelts and furs from the Nordlands! Ice wolves, sable, fox and seal, perfectly harvested and tanned, no blemishes whatsoever. The finest quality in Maridon for the lowest prices in Maridon. Every piece is a bargain, come and look, feel the velvety hair, the light fall of the material. Warm as wool and light as silk, nothing better for a winter coat for the distinguished people of this fair town!"
~The Writer~Name: Alcia. Or Daron. Your choice.
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Daron Zha'ruin, A very tiny Drow... fear me? Please?
