<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/wgW31v2.png)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Elerra Vrinn</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"><strong><em>"My people have done terrible things to this world. <br/>I must atone for all of it, if we refugees seek to be accepted."</em></strong></span><br/><br/><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2055688)</div><strong>Race:</strong>Drow<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric (Life)<br/><strong>Alignment:</strong>Chaotic Good<br/><br/><strong>Personality &amp; Appearance:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Elerra's repentant nature goes far beyond the extreme, having come to see her life as a sacrifice to be made to appease the unappeasable cruelty of a world and society that her people have spent generations kidnapping, raiding, torturing and scheming against in countless ways. Willingly submitting to nearly any form of abuse as she stands resilient but not defiant, enduring the worst in an effort to somehow prove to the world that some of her people are willing to make amends for the horrors and atrocities they have committed. Despite appearances at times, there is nothing else in life Elerra would rather do then serve in her endless quest for redemption, and when she no longer needs to keep up appearances she smiles- though more often than not keeps her joy hidden.<br/><br/>Standing at five and a half feet tall, shoulder length white hair and a curvaceous and fey-beautiful form, Elerra could seemingly be any of a countless number of her race. Often hiding her vibrant red eyes behind a veil, mask or hood to help dull the pain of living on the surface, she is nearly always seen wearing a series of golden manacles on her wrists and ankles that lack chains or existing bindings, as well as a tight golden metal collar around her neck bearing a small symbol. Her movements are fluid- but certainly not to the extent that most elves exhibit. Aside from her unbound bindings she's most often seen wearing a purple hued robe of delicate miniscule chain links that, combined with a red  leather corset and and revealing ensemble, exposes much of her body and the lack of anything else worn beneath other than a high rise pair of boots and a simple holy symbol, dangling from the golden collar around her neck. The symbol of the Bound Goddess Ravalynn- explaining much of her appearance in a single instant.</div></div><br/><strong>Background:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Elerra was born deep in the Underdark, a realm alien and horrible to any who would call the surface home. A realm of cruelty, politics and eternal scheming to one-up those around you. It was here that a young girl was brought into the world and was immediately forced to endure the countless machinations of those around her. Suffering beneath not only her own family, siblings and even her parents in unspeakable ways, Elerra suffered ever more as she attempted to better her lot in life through finding a profession as she grew older. But no matter what she tried, no matter where she sought relief through power, as her society proclaimed, she found only pain.<br/><br/>She simply was not strong enough to become a warrior, enduring substantial punishment in the attempt. She was just not quick enough or elegant enough to become an assassin, her instructors taking glee in watching her suffer beneath misused poisons and accidentally triggered traps. Her mind simply could not grasp the intricacies of spellcraft, nor did she possess any natural affinity for the arts- the teachers trying to mold her into a arcanist resorting to experimentation that wracked Elerra with indescribable pain. When finally, after seemingly proving her worthlessness in every regard, Elerra stood before the church of her people. The towering spider-shaped edifice a monument to everything she had endured in the last 75 years. She had grown so tired of it- so frustrated- she didn't want to rule. She simply wanted to live, to experience what she wanted-<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to Elerra, her family had already begun making plans for their useless daughter. Concerned that she might one day stumble into a position of leadership through marriage or misfortune, they decided to cut their losses on the young woman and send her along on a raid to the surface as a porter, for lack of any other suitable skill. Ignorant of the young woman's desire to escape her circumstance, Elerra's family sent her away with the next raiding party departing the city, hoping that she would simply meet her end on the dangerous journey, or if she managed to survive the raid- they had paid the caravan leader to ensure she never completed the return trip And so it was, Elerra ascended towards the surface.<br/><br/>But as each day passed, as Elerra drew closer to the radiance of the surface, her trances, her reverie, was 'plagued' by whispers at first. Then images, scenes and finally a beckoning voice as the light of the sun began to seep closer still. Images of Elerra herself elated and joyous, golden chains and bindings both sundered and bound, all wrapped around her body as figures around her lifted her high into the sunlight. And the voice, a soft and gentle tone, speaking of Freedom, of Service, of Joy, and Suffering. It was these things Elerra both yearned for and knew intimately- and the voice was calling her- to a place bathed in radiant sunlight, and she could feel it not far from where she traveled.<br/><br/>When the raid hit the surface and set up a base camp to operate from, Elerra was left behind with a few slaves to oversee things while the 'festivities' were conducted. But when the drow returned to camp later that same night, Elerra was gone. Dashed off into the night to seek her future- finding there on the surface a calling, a Goddess, who understood all that she had been through and everything that she sought to be. All this and more she was offered, and with a final slow intake of breath Elerra relaxed and surrendered. For the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged.</div></div>