Laruah

Laruah

Race

Drow

Gender

Female

Alignment

Evil

Profession

Bard

Armor

Scale Mail 30% soak

Primary Weapon

Mace d12

Secondary Weapon

Dagger d6

Gp and XP

GP: 5370 XP: 1885

Items

Messanger Bird in her favorite color

Bracers of Accuracy: +5% to hit

Set of leather Armor 20% soak

Ivory ring with ebony accents (quest: 4/28)

1 Raven Feather Quill (Gift)

1 Vial of Dark Red Ink with note attached (Gift):Thank you for your aid in the fight against Asheron. The town wishes to show it's appreciation with this gift.

Background

Laruah is a tall drow lady, standing a few inches over six feet. Her cat-like eyes are flaming orange, seldom mellowing down to an eager yellow. Around her neck, a velvet green scarf dangles that is usually wrapped thickly around her neck, the rest dangling down one side to her stomache. Her black thick leather thigh boots have a few indentations in them, like the shape of a dagger near the left thigh, and a quill pen farther down on her calf. Her hair is a raven black that cascades down her back, ending a few inches above her knee. It is now usually tied back into a braid, resting down her right shoulder, a few random white strands free of the tie's restriction, though for the most, the white had been washed out. Her face is usually tense, her eyes aware of everything around her. For clothing, she tends to favor her dark leather breastplate, and a silky skirt with large slits down the sides.

Dying can make anyone a little more ornery than usual. Ever since the day her sister died, Laruah has been even more hostile than usual, and even at one point committed suicide by stabbing herself in the throat! If ever seen without the scarf on, a deep gash can be noticed dead center (no pun intended) in her throat, and another around the jugular vain. She has come back, but by what means is unknown... Though maybe a little darker, Laruah's morals hold true nevertheless.

One-Liners

(05/22/2004 - About Dwarves)

Laruah raises a brow. "What, have you tried throwing them at an enem- Oooh, you mean they craft excellent weapons!"

(10/09/2004)

Laruah smirks, stepping up right in front of him and holding the dagger up with the point at his throat. "You are human.. that's enough to know everything one needs to know about you. You only live on instinct, chasing up the skirt of any woman who catches your sight. Despicable male." Slowly turning her head to Lina, and then back to Finn, her smile fades. "Lina may be human.. but she is not as naive as most."