Onair the Black Lady
Onair created on 01st of December 2023, and is currently 18 years old (13 hours played).

Title: the Black Lady
Gender: Female
Level: 25
Class: drow dark-knight

Background history:

  1. Rebellious Teen - posted at 2023-12-01 10:38:17
Rebellious Teen
"No! I don't wanna!" Huffled the young drow as she stomped out of the training grounds. While Drow society can be brutal to the lower classes, many younglings in the upper echelons of drow society are rather spoiled rotten. From a young age, Onair was allowed to get away with any mischief or misconduct. It was only when she was soon coming of age when her parents decided that enough was enough and she needed to learn some proper decorum. However, it was all too late, especially when she has already grown into her teenage rebellious phase. Thinking that their precious daughter has gone and sulk in her room as usual, Onair's parents paid no heed at all. However, this time, she was sure that she had already grown up and was able to take on the world! Thus, she left her house with nothing on hand, blissfully ignorant to the ways of the realms, ways that she will learn soon enough...


Description (commended):

A skinny young dark-elf standing slouched and nervous, sports the most unusual hair. Pastel pink with streaks of other pastel colours - yellow, green, blue, with the fringe pulled and tied up into a loose and messy bun to reveal her whole forehead. The rest of her hair drape down to her waist like a velvet curtain. Lips painted a bright amethyst lip gloss and cheeks dusted with uneven blotches of equally bright pink blusher add to the contrast with her dark complexion. Thick black make up ring around her eyes and a trail of black smudge line extends below each of her eyes to both cheeks. Overall, her makeup just looks messy and badly done. Piercings can be found all over her face and body. From her lips, nose and tongue to her long point ears to her exposed belly button and the strange protrusions on her chest area seem to hint at even more piercings beneath her armor. Though her body seems almost anorexic with thin, noodly arms, the most jarring thing is that she seems to have a chip on her shoulder - a literal piece of wood pierced into her left shoulder and the flesh seems to have healed around it. Her movements are awkward and seemingly anxious, avoiding all eye contact with anyone and everyone. She keeps a partial arm cross and constantly fidgets uncomfortably.


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