<strong>Name:</strong>- Ghaun<br/>The accused one.  Ghaun’s full family name has been stripped from him upon the moment his house was taken over. He is only known in the Drow society as cursed, mostly given that the majority of his owners don’t end up living long if they keep him in their household.<br/><strong>Gender:</strong><br/>Male<br/><strong>Class:</strong><br/>Assassin<br/><strong>Rank:</strong><br/>Slave of the Underdark<br/><br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>Behold, come and meet one of the true children of the Underdark. Nightmares woven into tales of fiends that dwell in the dark, away from their more daytime and various, alternative, elven species. Has one every laid eyes upon a Drow? Such tainted and enchanting individuals they are and Ghaun is no less in personality and appearance alike. Is it morbid fascination that may drive one towards such a being? Does the forbidden fruit dangle about so lusciously? Who could truly resist the exotic and rare nature of his kindred? More tempting nonetheless that such a male has fallen into a ‘slave’ position. Now none should be fooled by this knowledge either, being a ‘slave’ doesn’t make him weak, there isn’t one trace of being docile or fully confined from the proud and dominating posture and composure this individual houses so freely and calmly alike.<br/><br/>Let us go back to his image, what might catch one’s eyes first from this man? Might it be his dark skin color? He isn’t as pitch black as some of his dark brothers and sisters, his complexion is on a fair lighter side than that, appealing in more of a dark gray, than obsidian. Maybe it is his hair? Ivory locks which cascade their way down lengthy along his being, dripping across broad shoulders and inching a quarter of the way down his spine; failing to fully sheet his moonlight like skin. Perhaps it is even his body? Oh, and what a body it is, one can’t say he is the tallest of men- of course that goes without saying given his elven heritage- only standing at a height of five feet and two inches. Though don’t be deceive by his rather ‘shortness,’ what he might lack in height, his body makes up everywhere else. Body wise he is toned and fit, nothing like a battle harden warrior hulk, though more ranging towards the physique of a nimble assassin, athletic at best. Still his body can draw more attention to it with the various scars along his figure, it is clear that he has seen his days, and most wounds aren’t from a crack of a whip. A trained eye can distinguish blade marks, claw marks, and other strange markings upon his frame. Yet, it is doubtful that many would-be masters or mistresses would share such knowledge and might find themselves buying something more than they can handle.<br/><br/>Still, who could say no, hmm? Perhaps one isn’t a body person, but more on for another’s face? It all depends on taste, Ghaun’s features aren’t boyish or teen-ish, he surely isn’t a ‘pretty-boy.’ No, Ghaun is a full-bloomed man. He may not be one much for facial hair, the question of hair may linger as well given the lack of such along his body, the only hair he does harbor is his thin, ivory brows. They are often sharply arched and curved, exposing the cold and decisive stare his amethyst, hued eyes share. Even a sour look he often feeds to those around him, his lips barely ever edging into a smile, would one go as far as claiming pouty- perhaps? Maybe that isn’t the best choice of outlooks, more detestable than anything else in honestly, as his features usually emphasize scorn to those he is around.<br/><br/>Clothing, clothing. Must many be so concern about clothes? It is all a matter of climate, though personally Ghaun prefers articles that are more exposing and revealing to show off his body. Not to the extent of full nudity, mind you. His aptitude to clothing really varies, but moreover he is picky, it has to be the least bit appealing to him. You won’t be catching a Drow wearing bright articles, nothing flamboyant. He rather gut himself than dressed in such a lavish manner. If anything, he keeps a rouge-ish look at all times, usually covered in various leathers or less material. Grays, browns, blacks, to name a few of the colors in which he may be seen in. Anything else is merely a guess. Though again, he doesn’t go out of his way to ’dress’ up, such a foolish move that would be.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/4935/ghaun2.jpg)<br/>Full Image (http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/685/ghaun.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/>Come, lets us take a look at what drives this man, what has kept him alive over the constant years within the pits and further of being sold to one house and than the next. Survival instincts have left him to be obedient, but don’t be fooled, he’ll as much as stab his owners in the back as any other Drow may. Full on submission is merely a weakness and such Ghaun doesn’t possess. There has been countless times he has been whipped given his own arrogance, his own lack of respect, and that spite he shares towards all that finds a means of being in possession of him. It is his pride that allows him to continue to go on and thrive through the hardships of his life, should he had given up at earlier points, he may not be alive as of today. He will never bow his head to anyone, unless the patron Goddess Lloth herself presents herself before him, otherwise, he sees no one else as his ‘keeper.’ None would understand the hardships he willed himself through and much less would even care, as one with a given rank of ‘slave’ has no rights within the society.<br/><br/>Treacherous, a natural trait that all Drow share, even one such as himself. Betrayal, it is just another name of the game of life within the Underdark. If one isn’t doing the backstabbing, than they are the ones being backstabbed; and this is a bumpy road that Ghaun has gone through over the years of being enslaved and even before such. Hostile to the core, vengeful till the end, this is his Drow way. He never forgets those that wrong him, those that stand above him, those that look down upon him, those whom believe they are superior. As had his ties of freedom were severe, many that come into contact with him share a similar fate; yet they earn something sweeter than that of being enslaved. He even doubts those that live a more ‘humble’ or ‘luxurious’ life would live long as a slave to another within Drow society.<br/><br/>Hatred, spite, animosity; all these emotions and more are what drive him on. One will never find one strand of humbleness about him. He has no concerns for those around him, he doesn’t weep for those he may cut down in or out of the pits. His heart is as tattered and worn as his body and he has no desire either for that of change. His happiness only comes from killing those that had wronged him, that had brought him to live such a horrid life, and he won’t hesitate to smite anyone else that may get in his way of achieving such a goal. There is no such thing as allies or friends either to him, such beings that try to label themselves as such will be treated like pawns. Everyone is his enemy and if not his foe, than they will be used for his own gain as he had been used throughout his lifetime.<br/><br/><br/><strong>History:</strong><br/>Fate weaves such a cruel web. Ghaun’s life prior to being enslaved wasn’t as harsh as it had been before. Nay, he possessed such potential, he was to be an important figurehead next in line of his House. Why might this be? For one he carried a natural talent with most weapons, but he wasn’t any trained expert. Another reason he was quite trained in espionage and he held all the traits to be quite an evasive and nimble assassin to pave a name out of himself out of blood; but things never go according to plan. Members within the House begun to betray one another and some were getting involve with other houses. Unfortunately the mess got too far out of control with the squabbling of fellow blood, that another House staked its claim upon the family. Fellow brothers and sisters were either killed or enslaved, though it was mostly the former than that of the latter. Some survivors that got a clean slate from both were those that had sold the rest of Ghaun’s house off to that of another group. Though Ghaun would never forget those that did, in time he knows they will meet a fate far worse than death itself.<br/><br/>As for his life from there? Why, as they old saying goes, that which doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger. Most of Ghaun’s life was spent more in the pits, serving as a base of income for any greedy master or mistress that took him into their ownership. They would watch on with glee when he struck down fellow Drow, monsters, and other various slaves that were brought into the ring; but freedom itself was never to be earned in fighting. Such a vicious cycle continued to repeat itself, with each day Ghaun’s skills were sharpened depending on his enemy and more often than not he received a new scar as a medal to his ongoing victories. Though there were breaks in these transitions. Lust is such a horrible thing, the desire to possess something more than can be controlled is quite a selfish one amongst his prior owners. There were those that sought to get closer, use him for more than battle talents; though in the future many would meet a cruel fate in letting their guard completely down around the Drow. A vicious dog is only kept under control when muffled, leashed, and chained after all.<br/><br/>Like a tarnished toy, Ghaun finds himself often picked up by one House and then another. Though the question lies who will be ‘fortunate’ enough to acquire him first? Even as a slave, his name continues to draw whispers within the Underdark. Though Ghaun will continue to fight and do all that he can to rebel against the twisted web of fate his unfortunate life has been ensnared within.<br/>