The morbid beginning...

In every society, no matter how structured, there are individuals who don't fit established patterns. From her earliest childhood, Rina was an oddity for the Unlit City. Her mother, a younger daughter of a minor drow house, possessed little talent for the clergy, but her exceptional beauty caught the eye of a archmage named Xullrae, one of the few males in their society who wielded enough power to choose his own mistress. Rina was born from this union, and her mother was assassinated on right in front of Rina around the time she was five. She didn't speak another word after that until she came onto her fifteenth year. Everyone thought it had traumatized her, but she had other ideas. It fascinated her watching her mothers guts strewn about the street and watching the pool of blood expand from her body. From then on she wanted to experience that again, so on her thirteenth year she took it upon herself to revel in the agony of it all. She put on her most revealing gown of sheer black silk and made herself up to look as seductive as possible. She went out and found a man who was eyeing her brought him to an abandon building and tortured him. She cut off his ears and dug out his eyes, drove nails through each of his fingertips along with many other unimaginable things. She strewn on the street. She continued this pattern of killing men by seducing them for the next two years. After which she came to her father and asked him if she might join the royal assassins. He was relieved to see her coming out of what he thought was her depression. And so the next week she joined the clan and began studying the arts of shadows. With her newfound tricks and traps, Rina found it even easier to stalk on her prey and mutilate them accordingly. She learned much about how to perform her art as she called it from the senseis of the clan. She had started serving the royal assassins late in life compared to most but she was one of the better pupils and advanced quickly in their ranks. She sought to learn all of the rare things her masters had to offer Finally it came to her place in her studies where she devoted her life to a Lord, a patron who would aid and empower her with his presence. The Lords they offered were all satisfactory of course but she knew none of them were what she sought after. One day news came of a new Lord one so vile that they would not speak his name, she knew that she was his... Had been his since her youth and had never known it. So she left the city one night and ventured to the surface to seek him out and to prove that she was worthy of him.