Malarin

A dead hush took hold the occupants of the collosseum. Elves, humans, and humanoids of all kinds have gathered together to watch the intensity of the fight to come, all eagerly awaiting the sight of the only drow female gladiator known to this world. They were not to made to wait for much longer, for the ring master announced the next to fighter, one being some giant whose name was not worth recognizing. The other name mentioned caused the crowd to jump to their feet, trying desperately to catch the glimpse of the lithe woman that walked calmly into the arena. Her atramentous body well toned, and garbed in simple clothing not meaning to show those curves. Black breeches, not suede nor leather molds those slender but musclular legs. Her top was nothing short than bra type, this allowed her the freedom of movements without snagging, so that another fighter would never be able to overpower by grabbing her top . Those low heeled boots, softly crunch the sand beneath it, stopping only a hair's breath from the giant's unwashed body. Still the drowess made no move that she actually caught that horrid stench, instead directing that umber gaze up, craning her neck back so that she could truly catch his full gaze. The giant gazes down at the pitifully small woman they set against him, laughing at how she looked. Milky white hair pulled tightly into a thick plaited braid, with jagged lines shaved on her side. Yet the drowess never backed down from him or his humerous chuckles at her size. Those painted purple tiers pulled up in a smug grin, those words springing free from her lips held a certain amount of boredom before she prepared herself. Sliding one foot out, distancing it from it's twin as she slipped into her fighting stance:: I'ezual zhah seke l'drizlahrit nind phuul l'medos nind rei

A child of chance of a brief liason of the matron mother of Godeep, Qilue, and a minor fighter within her house Divlog. Divlog did nothing to catch the matron's eyes, but still she wanted him. Their brief time bore fruit, thus creating LiNeerlay. Having seen the evils of the Spider Queen's hand with her priestess, he wanted none of his line to be played that way. So when the young ten year old was within the tutelage of her older sister, learning the drow magic and ways. Divlog finally over powered that priestess, dragging the protesting LiNeerlay away with him..his intent. The surface realm.
   He held no love for the child, as the girl held no love for her father. Once topside, things seem to go downhill after that. Once to the surface, Divlog weak from the trails of escaping the Underdark's many creatures, was overpowered himself.. he and his daughter sold into slavery. A merchant of gladiators spotted the two drows..and knew instantly his gain.. He purchased them both for the arena.. but knew the girl would take some time..
   Over the years LiNeerlay proved to excel at fighting, learning under her father and that of a half elven fighter named Innis. Innis looked upon the girl with disgust at first, but quickly noting her skill. Slowly, LiNeerlay wormed her way into Innis's favor. He took her in after the sudden death of Divlog by the hands of a troll in the ring..
Thinking the name LiNeerlay was no longer suited for this girl, she was proving to be a fighting wonder or surprise. Since half of his blood was elven, his elven father taught him that of the drow tongue. He renamed her a fitting fighting name and then on she became to be known as Malarin Brorn..Fighting Surprise.. and brought her from Lloth's faith, to that of the god Tempus..the God of battles.
    Now Malarin is one of the best fighters out there, but she keeps to herself. From her many victories, the owner of her allowed her to roam her freedom with her vow of returning for a fight.

::With a quick glance back towards LiNeerlay to make sure that she was following him, not that she had much choice in the matter since his dark hand was wrapped around her ebon wrist, Divlog pressed forward. He was urgent to get his daughter away from the influences of Lloth and her mother and matron Qilve Godeep::

LiNeerlay: Drewst dosst tonaik rahi dal ussa Jaluk ::hissing softly at the man whom sired her upon her matron mother. Those umber eyes burning into his backside, sneering at the hold he had upon her::

Divlog:: ::Turning his own dark umber eyes upon his only child with disgust, for she was already displaying the behavior of the priestesses of the Spider Queen.. but no more he thought..he'll take her to the surface realm..raise her in a different fashion:: Usstan orn naut inbal ussta er'griff dalhar jivvin ssindossa whol nindel elg'caress quarval-sharess Lloth

LiNeerlay: ::giving her hand a mighty jerk, dragging her booted heels into the slippery rocky cavern that she was currently being brought too.. she did not wish to leave her home..being one of the daughters of House Godeep:: Dos phuul naubol jhal natha ugul jaluk dos inbal nau telanth wun vel'bol usstan screa

Divlog:: ::The impertant child had finally managed to anger him this quickly, but still he would not give her up to Lloth, instead he'd kill the child, no matter if she was of his blood:: Veir nindel norrs d'dossta dos verin dalhar p'los usstan veir ol whol dos