The Drow is cruel and merciless when left to their own devices. The
commonly shared idea of democracy and civil fairness is unheard of to their
species, yet they manage to exist together within a territory; forming a
civilization through some bastardized version of law and order. For Vya,
this was a world to which she was born and raised. Her innate perspective
to natural order and self preservation kept her finely tuned to the
tactfully ruthless way of her kind, inevitably giving her an edge over the
others of her House, of her world.
For the uneducated, know that the drow female believe in ruling with the
cruelest and the harshest forms of punishment when they, or their law, is
challenged or betrayed.
Now - the story of Vya.
Deep within the twisting, narrow alleyways of the Unlit City remained intact
the poorest of the Matron hierarchies. Scum amongst their own kind,
murderers and thugs at best, they were resourceful in their survival.
Within this faction there were many unspoken decree of law and order that
operated as a standard of living, a way that was life or death; an eye for
an eye. This was the only entity she respected.
Vya, or in her native tongue "Blood Lotus", found her place in this world by
using her body. Though this wasn't uncommon in her sector, Vya often found
herself mingling amongst the rich and the famous - sought out for her unique
ability to entrance a state of euphoria unknown to their kind.
The poison runs deep in her blood.
Vya was beautiful and clever, but calculated, lacking the emotion of remorse
and viciously seeking to be someone else.
Her mastery of poison was whispered about her natives and the art of
euphoria spread rapidly to those who favored her. However, she made her
greatest strides and learnings when things went wrong, when death was
present, when the moment of escape, to be nonexistent, even more so than she
was ever with her lovers..
Whispers and rumors began to circulate, but her ecstasy could not be denied.
Vya was addictive to her native, but they didnt know she was more addicted
to them, to becoming someone else, to changing who she was, and to altering
a world of law that even she found cruel and unjust.
A few years past..
Vya continued her ways. She wasnt unwise, however, she used this time to
enhance her ways, to become proficient, to be profound. She found ways to
manipulate the higher Order to learn of their decree, to learn deeper of the
Law she found chaotic. However, through deeper understanding she learned to
respect their nature and the twisted order it brought, she learned to
On a cold, calm night, Vya was visited by the highest of Matron. Through
all the years, through all the yearning to be more, Vya found this chance
not a chance at all.
The poison dripped too much, a knife unsheathed and Vya took the face of
Vya was free.
A devilish looking woman with a sinister face and welcoming grin glares
curiously at you. Her complexion resembles a midnight sky used to burn
corpses, tinting the shadowy appearance with glimmers of crimson red. Two
locks of greying hair fall to each side of her boney face, while the rest of
her long hair is pulled tightly into a ponytail, secured by thin strand of
burlap rope. The eyes of this creature are fierce and intense, appearing
timeless and young. The iris of each eye shimmers with a deep blue that
matches the ocean floors of the Dragon Sea and they seem to cringe in the
presence of any light. Her jawline and mouth are masked by a uncanny
darkness that cloak any movement of her lips, allowing her ominous voice to
carry like a chilling wind. The rest of her frame is refined, embellishing
her mesomorphic, yet voluptuous shape that carried about it the sense of
deadly strength and agility.