The timelessness of the drows makes the birth of Zaretuhl rather bleak
and immature. This made the day he stepped foot out of the Unlit City hold
some relevance, as he was still a prepubescent boy. He lacked any trait or
skill that was worthy to the nation of his kin, which forced him to lurk in
the more dangerous parts of the city to find some form of shelter and food.
He often found himself in the taverns, using his smooth tongue and ominous
voice to bring sorrowful joy to those who would occupied the tavern. It was
to his advantage, however, for he could spend the time watching the patrons
and learning their habits. By doing this, Zaretuhl would find ways to
when they passed out into a drunken slumber. It didn't take long for people
to know that it was him, because he was sloppy and young. It was for this
reason that he decided that he would leave the city to find a place where he
could refine his mischievous and sinister talents to profit his name.
Description (commended):
A devilish looking man with a sinister face and mischievous grin glares
intently at you. His complexion resembles the ashes of an old fire that was
used to burn corpses, tinting the shadowy appearance with glimmers of
crimson red. Two locks of white hair fall to each side of his boney face,
while the rest of his 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. His jawline and mouth are masked by a
uncanny darkness that cloak any movement of his lips, allowing his ominous
voice to carry like a chilling wind. The rest of his frame is refined,
embellishing his mesomorphic shape that carries about it the sense of
strength and agility.
