Sovaeliss created on 10th of March 2020, and is dead and gone (19 years old, 9 hours, 6 months lifetime)
Title: the Melody Maker Gender: Male Level: 27 Class: drowbard
Background history:
Description:
The shadows dance. The sounds of a troubadour drift upon the wind and
seemingly coalesce into the figure before you. A drow. The dirge emanating
from somewhere deep within it's being has no hint of hope. A lithe hand
stretches out. Fingers point out like a long, conductor's wand. They
tremble to the rhythms of dark desires. Long arms extend from a fragile
frame. Great thought was put into the creation of this mahogany maven. Or
perchance, it was a bit of neglect that fashioned folly from a fearless
bloodline. The eyes sing crimson cries. They shout like, loud noises.
It's impressive! They are telling you a story between blinks.
They could be tall. Depending on whom they are standing beside. The could
be in better shape if they did not commit to a dour life. The music that
graced, graces no more. Just a moment of pure silence. As if without the
melodies no other sound is important. As if, all other sound is waiting for
this creature to as one would expect. His neck, taut like the string of a
lute. His body shudders a moment and you can discern the where the rest of
his frame is. It's all there: hips, legs and torso. Another moment passes
in this short exchange, but what finally grabs your attention is his
incessantly tapping feet. What could they possibly be happy about? They
almost betray his aura of self-loathing.