Third born of the fourth line in the house of Lifales, Fygh was...
Useless. Not important in the slightest way to the realms of Unlit Her
relatives held the power of the house and all the money tied to it. Her
relatives were part of important votes on the high council that affected the
sway of the city itself. People were executed by their hands and building
crumbled by their commands. Not Fygh though. Nope. Barely a servant
listened to her without rolling their eyes. So little Fygh's power that the
servants didn't even wait to turn their backs before speaking poorly of her
to one another. It was disheartening to the young drow. Sad Fygh tried
hard to show power through the house name. She volunteered to be the
executioner on several occasions and to represent the house as the head of
an envoy for various precious articles being delivered to other houses. All
in hopes to be seen as important or in the very least, useful. Not once did
her plans work in her favor. Other members of the house were chosen for the
exectutions. Envoys were cancelled or ambushed in transit. Blamed, of
course, on Fygh. She had become useful as a scapegoat and was tossed
carelessly to the frigid shadows. Cast from her house. This was the true
misfortune. Not for Fygh, but for the house she had been banished from.
For in the shadows she hadn't found the hollow existence of begging nor
being murdered on the street. She had seemingly found trancendence and
purity. The ice of dark passion coursed through her. She welcomed it.
Embraced it. Poured it out through the halls of her former house,
slaughtering an untold number of people. Zylenier had whispered to her.
Spoke to her soul of fury, winter, and twisted power.
The hair of this creature is unusually white. Too white, in fact. Grey
metallic strings bind the hair at intervals as it falls in a long pony tail
to her waist. Flecks of blue sparkle from the tail as light passes over it.
The hair is only attached to the crown of the head, leaving the sides clean
shaven but not empty. Starting at the corner of her eyes an ice blue tattoo
weaves its way to the back of her head in a helix pattern. This only causes
the pupil-less, sky blue eyes to stand out even more. Tiny ears are naturally
pointed and accentuate the sharpness of the small nose. Her height is
slight at best as she stands right around five feet. Storm gray, porcelain
skin merely sets the background to the rest of the features.