Elerra Ebonheart

Elerra Do'Urden was born after the blasphemer. Tales of his heresy rose to great heights and were used as training lessons for the younger family members. For Elerra, they were stories of hope. The idea of defying your place and making of yourself what you wish. It was more than her little fluffy drow heart could bear. She learned quickly that defiance was met with scorn and disdain. That traitors to the family were dealt with swiftly. Her little heart broke into a million tiny spiders, crushed under the weight of the boulders of expectations and Lloth's teachings. She spent the better part of her training in rogue fighting skills. Picking up what she could despite not having much of a teacher. She watched the Drider scum as they trained in their skills. Tortured and cursed they lived with their wills stripped in their defiance, scorned until falling in battle. Never to be remembered again. Elerrw followed their skills. She would remember them in her fighting. Her sorcery never flourished. She was soon to be the disappointment of her family. A family of Matriarchal sorceresses and the youngest born talentless. No matter how hard sge tried they never came. Left to her own devices and ignored enough not to be killed, she trained. In a fever dream she met with him. Drizzt Do'Urden. In this dream he promised to give her the skills necessary for her to rise in the ranks, and if she prospered in her deliverance of death, enough power to be Matriarch someday. She saw his body shift, a bag packed for heavy travel on his shoulder, as if beckoning her to leave Menzoberranzan. She woke up and new her path. She packed what few belongings she had and set out to prove herself to him. If only she didn't have the tortures of empathy and caring. For now she goes by another name, lest she be found a deserter.

5' 98 lbs

Sdark grey almost black skin that has green iridescence

Dark grey hair