<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TMr3H.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ithi'Ka</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168414)<br/>Female CN Drow Rogue/Ranger,<strong>Level</strong>4/2,<strong>Init</strong>+5,<strong>HP</strong>29/29,<strong>DR</strong>0,<strong>Speed</strong>30<br/><strong>AC</strong>20,<strong>Touch</strong>15,<strong>Flat-footed</strong>15,<strong>Fort</strong>+4,<strong>Ref</strong>+9,<strong>Will</strong>+3,<strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong>+3<br/><strong>(*a) Total: 15 g. Drow Long Knife (~) </strong>+3 (1d6, 19-20/x2)<br/><strong>+1, +2,000 g.  Total: 2,100 g. Composite Longbow +1  (40 masterwork) </strong>+10 (1d8+1, x3)<br/><strong>+1, +1,000 g.  Shadow: +5 competence on Hide, +3,750 g.  Total: 5050 g. Dreamhide Armor of Shadow +1 (*a)  </strong>(+5 Armor, +5 Dex)<br/><strong>Abilities</strong>Str 10, Dex 20, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 11<br/><strong>Condition</strong>None<br/><br/><strong>Description, from the outside in:</strong><br/>At a distance:<br/>When she must be seen, she hides in her own shadow.  Dark Elves-- or Drow, as they call themselves-- are rare in these cosmopolitan cities, and while some who speak with her will stare in curiosity or out of lusts for exotic fare, most find her unsettling.  Her stance is defensive and proud, like the idol to a broken god clinging to the memories of its former glory with a defiant, obstinate vanity-- a bitter pride even in disgrace.<br/><br/>Once glimpsed:<br/>Her stature is not impressive, and she is of modest height-- even for an elf.  Her shadow is lean, where not shrouded in full hood or the curtains of her cloak, and she makes no grand gestures or posturings to transmit her demeanor or intention.  By night, she moves from shadow to shadow like some inky figment of the terrified mind, like a child's memory of a snake once glimpsed the water that disappeared and was never seen again.<br/><br/>Seen closely:<br/>Her armor is made of the hide of some great serpent, with slick black scales glistening with an irridescent sheen.  Finely crafted, like a skin, not a garment, it is so dark that it makes her ash-gray skin look paler among its folds, like the moon's glow as night-clouds are consumed by blacker sky.  A haversack at her back, two quivers bristling at her shoulders-- mottle-fletched arrows like the matching combs of a night-hunting raptor.  She carries a horned bow of ebon wood, an elegant instrument of death, a weapon that keeps her company when there is no hope.<br/><br/>Studied:<br/>White hair spills across her back and shoulders, straight, soft and clean, simple but for a few crimped metal bands that hold locks away from her face.  Her eyes glimmer a fine silver and amber in the light, like a cat's, its midnight excursions glimpsed in the glinting beam of a beacon lantern.  She is beautiful in the bittersweet way of elves-- youthful in years past a human's prime, delicate-featured, with arching white eyebrows, a petite nose, a generous doll mouth the color of charcoal.  Her armor is immaculate, the interlinking scales seeming to eat the light, and she wears a long, thin blade at her waist.  A fine silver chain might peek from her collar at the right angle-- say, when she stoops to shinny her way through a crevice that looked too small a moment before.  Her elegant black boots leave no trace of her passing, a fanciful, fearful dream of desires both grim and lovely, and in the span of a breath she is gone, the glimmer of her large, angular eyes the last thing seen.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/>Ithi'Ka is haunted.  She is not without humor, but seems to share it with a grim confidence that the moment will pass.  She will be encouraging to compatriots, and she is quick to bond to allies.  Having lost her family and tribe-- the core of a Drow's world-- she may be desperate for acceptance, but bitter about needing it.  She may also swing unpredictably from affection to callousness, or even hostility.<br/><br/>Laugh: High and girlish, but sometimes bitter and dry... in the kill, however, she has been known to laugh with the madness of the damned.<br/><br/>Accent: Ithi'Ka speaks with a Drow accent that has eroded slightly over time, but is still clear.  She glosses over long vowel sounds unless she's consciously trying to make them clear, and her consenants tend to be harsh and precise.  She has a difficult time beginning words with 'a' or 'e' sounds, but not 'i' or 'o'.  Her "th" in common sounds like "z", and her "ch" is almost a word unto itself.  IE: "father"="fah-zar", "army"="hahrmy", "bread"="p'hred".<br/><br/>Quirks: Whether the jungle is made of sprawling canopies, towering parapets, arching stonework, or thick-nettled pine, Ithi'Ka is at home in the closed environments of wild and city.  She does not deal well with open spaces, and will tend to drift toward any available cover.  She likes to play a game like dominoes with pieces made from slivers of malachite and bone.  She despises the cold.<br/><br/><strong>Goal: </strong><br/>Ithi'Ka is fatalistic and morose.  She has stayed in the northern cities in a desperate search for purpose, and that purpose has not been found.  She has found a use-- like a highly-functional tool, she ratchets down ranks of foes in battle, guides her assigned lance like a dark shepherd, and stalks through the bloody pools of rain after the battle in a search for a sign among the dead.  Vulkoor may not have sent her to the outside realms-- no, it was not his<i>choice</i>, but as it was not his will that her clan survive, it is not her place to return to Xen'drik.  Perhaps some day she will see it, perhaps she will amass enough prestige and wealth to march a mercenary army to aid in the battle underground there.  But for now, she keeps to the shade, she collects her coin, she notches up kills, and she waits.