Rheloth lived in a dust covered city deep within the Underdark, where thieves and murderers were in abudance. His family did not have much wealth, but they managed to get by, day by day. His mother was especially proud of an heirloom necklace passed down through the family line. Every once in a while, when things got real tough, she would ponder on selling it to keep them alive. During the harshest time the village had ever seen, Rheloth's mother was on her way to sell her heirloom for fear of her family dying, from the reports that came in later, Rheloth had learned that his mother was beaten, robbed, raped, and murdered. After he had grieved over her, Rheloth decided it was time to leave such a place, where even the innocent commoner was not safe. He ventured to the world above, to seek refuge, and at times, when his mind returned back to those dark days, revenge.
Tall and lithe, this Drow is the embodiment of his kind. Long crimson hair flows freely about his shoulders as he keeps a vigilant watch about him. No pupils can be seen amongst the milky whites of his eyes, giving him a rather eerie and unsettling appearance. Muscle and sinew knot the length of his body, flexing and bending underneath his heavy armaments. Despite his odd appearance, he seems to know what he wants and will defend his beliefs to the end.