<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/35623_116545695079254_100001714732673_91471_542059_n.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9144 (http://[url=http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9144)]Ithi'Ka[/url]</span></strong></span>[/b][/u]<br/>Age:???, Drow</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>When she must be seen, she hides in her own shadow.  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/>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.  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 charred coals.  The skin that shows seems unmarred, but in the right light, a fine pattern of markings can be seen-- some strange tattoo or birthmark, perhaps, covers her body, but is not meant to show in common lighting.  <br/>Firelight and sunlight do not reveal it, but in low light, darkvision, or the like it can be plainly seen.  A fine silver chain might peek from her collar at the right angle-- say, when she stoops to disappear through a crevice that looked too small a moment before.  She comes on like a fanciful, fearful dream of desires both grim and lovely, and leaves just as flightfully-- the glimmer of her large, angular eyes the last thing seen.  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/>Ithi'Ka speaks with an accent particular to her reclusive, cultish clan-- a people secretive and xenophobic even by the standards of the fringe-dwellers of Lower Farron.  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/>She hates the plains and fields... forests and jungles do nothing to dampen her resolve, as their sprawling canopy of brances provides a measure of comfort.  However, she does not deal well with open spaces, and will tend to drift toward any available cover.<br/>    <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Background"</div><div class="spoiler_body">Like any city, Lower Farron has its forgotten spaces... its districts of solitude, its slums, its hollows and haunts.  But in the deep shadows of the underworld, thousands of tunnels and cracks perforate the miles of stone.  Cracks and tunnels, gaps and seams in the sea of rock give way to massive chambers, rippling tunnels... entire worlds in eternal shadow... there are bastions, fields, lakes-- greater cathedrals of stone than those on the surface can ever hope to craft.  But for those who dwell in the sprawling fringes of this darkness, it can be that the shadows are all that are.  In that dark, the visionary and the mad might make communion with things unknown to those surfacers who prayed to the same gods for millenia.  These things in the dark were fascinated by the little warm bodies, with their curious minds and their undrownable ambitions, who came to find them in the deep shadows.  The deepest-delvers were lost to self-annihilation, to movements of the stone that crushed their bodies, to hungry things that had not smelled their kind before.   But some of those explorers lived, and made their own place far from even that deep haven of Lower Farron. Some forged ties with these spirits, and drifted back to Lower Farron less and less, unitl they were no more known there than those of the surface.  Some coveted power, some valued peace, but all became strange even to their own kin.       <br/><br/>One such clan was the Abyx'Kath.  Let deeper by their forebears nine generations hence,  these Drow soon elicited the attentions of a dark spirit of the innermost chambers.  Their emotions and urges were so unlike those of the living things that the deep beings had known, that over generations they grew more entwined, sharing secrets and knowledge by crafting their own rites and language, until these deep beings and the Drow became so intertwined that the dark spirits became their gods... then, as there were no rules for such in the dark, the gods became their blood.  Soon, all from the world of cities lost its meaning... law, literature, history... and as they grew in number and power, the clans frgmented.  Their blood steeped in the strange infusions of darkness, soon these fringe clans were nearly impossible to recognize.  The deep gnomes studied them, the Genasi knew them through the stone.  Some Tieflings of infernal blood claimed a distant kinship, but this was a lie.  None could recognize precisely what they had become.        <br/><br/>But in the generations born to darkness, the light's strange splendor drew in the occasional curious soul.  Ithi'Ka, second daughter of the ninth chamber of Abyx'Kath, crept closer to her city-dwelling cousins every year since she first met an explorer in the deep reaches when she was a girl halfway to womanhood.  A tiefling cavern-ranger, his name was Kithern.  He was fascinated by Ithi'Ka's people and culture, and stopped by many times to visit the rural Drow girl.   He told her things of the surface-- an unfathomable concept to the girl-- and showed her relics and fragments from the alien worlds of above.  A lantern,  Books.  A dried flower.  Fruit (which disgusted her when she first tried it).  Strange armor, leaves, pictures of horses and boats and herds of animals in a field.  She adored the secrets he shared with her such that she told no one-- he caused her pain as well, as his intentions were far from pure as she grew older, but her feelings are a mixture of hatred and adoration still for that stranger who showed her a world beyond the sect of her kin... and in good time, it came to be, for her clan met its end before her passage to womanhood.        The deep spirits found their fascination with their communal drow to wane.  The clergy of beings whose bodies and blood were rich with the deep spirits' own substance became arrogant, paranoid, prone to vice and hungry for power.  The deep spirits then withdrew from them-- suddenly, without reason or certainty, and left the clan to its own devices.  Within a few years-- a time that nearly matched the span of Ithi'Ka's life thereunto-- the clan erupted into bloody feud.  Blood slayed blood, hierophants formed pacts with new spirits, and in a cataclysmic campaign that lasted six months, an entire generation died in the deep reaches.  Ithi'Ka fled to the places spoken of by Kithern.  She found menial work, she found some pity.  She was nothing to speak of but unworthy of shunning, surviving.  But this was not enough... soon, she began to seek these other realms from her childhood fancies.  Wary of other Drow, ever fearing that one of her old-clan rivals seeks her for some blood-borne grudge, she seeks the company of adventurers... gravitating toward her fellow misfits and ever hunting for a new home. </div></div>    <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Four Aspects"</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ithi'Ka is a wounded child in a woman's body, slightly mad and paranoid by their standards.  Essentially, she is an alien to the known worlds.  She wanders in search of worthy causes, dabbling in the pursuits and vices of surface and city dwellers, because she is lonely and terrified, but she is utterly unable to find a niche except in a quest.  She comes from a cult-like clan of the deepest reaches of the subterranean world, though of late she is from Lower Farron.  It is overly simplistic to say she seeks acceptance, because that concept itself is one that implies she is part of a society in any respect... she actually seeks purpose.  She lived in an incestuous, isolated cabal of primitive spirit (or demon) worshippersfor most of her life, so morality and affection are virtually unknown to her.  But she wants these things... essentially, she's a living mammal with a heart and a soul and she is desperate to find something to fill them, be it power, secrets, allies, treasures, or recognition.  While her survival in this world is an achievement in itself, finding a way to thrive-- to forge her own niche-- she must constantly struggle to accept the vastness of the world and not become the puppet of another.  Her core morality may be vastly apart from societal norms, but she knows about law and she knows a little of love... she will defend her allies, she will not kill without cause, and she will not bring suffering to those who have not wronged another in such a way, for she cannot reconcile what purpose it can serve to snuff that which is beautiful about this strange, overwhelming world.</div></div>    <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Home"</div><div class="spoiler_body">She is of the deepest reaches of the earth, then Lower Farron, then nowhere.  She is happier anywhere than where she once called home.</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>