Jess-Slyan

She was staring at the flame in front of her with a dispassionate look in nearly ebon eyes. Her white hair was loose about her shoulders, as was the black shirt she wore, made of silk, of course. Her thick, wool cape lay beside her, too absorbed in the flames in front of her to care about the cold wind. The world didn't matter anymore, her mind going blank as she rubbed the velvet black mask between ebon fingers. It seemed like everyone had abandoned her, she couldn't even feel her twin through the link anymore. She'd been severed from Chath's life, all for a male. Her gaze dropped to the mask in her hand with a soft sigh, then a set of her jaw and a flicker of determination in her eyes. She quickly rose and pulled the mask on, grabbing her cloak to pull over her.:: Kyorl doeb tresk'ri, whol usstan yutsi xuil natha vharc. ((Watch out world, for I return with a vengeance.))

Slyan was unique, the only thing she could ever wish for was her god's love. She was determined to get it, all of her family knew that, if she decided to acknowledge them as family that day, she was harsh, right from birth, tearing her mother up horribly to come into this world. Though, as usual, she paved the way for Chath to come into the world in her unique way. She was the odd one of the family, instead of wanting to destroy all of Lloth's followers, she wanted to use them, then enslave them, she was twisted, despite all she had learned from her matron and her family, she always though of Chath as the only real family she had. She was power hungry, and she'd let nothing stop that hunger in her veins, nothing. She was adept in spells from Vhaeraun and Lloth, and Vhaeraun must have known what was in her heart when she swore herself to his service. He didn't seem to care though, apparently delighting in the corruption of his mother's clergy. Slyan is one to tread carefully around, she can, and usually will, change on a whim, going from your best friend, to your worst nightmare. Not even her sister seems to fully understand her, but Chath has a better idea than anyone else could have. She doesn't mind that though, Chath never tried to get in her way, never.

Jess Elg'cahl, Fang Poison, she was everything a servant of Lloth should be, sadistic, cruel, and the best. Nothing ever got past her senses, and no male went unpunished in her presence, and if a male got free? She let him go, not caring if the bastard died in the wilds of the Underdark, but she would keep track of him, if he did hit the surface, more often than not she went after him. Beyond that, nobody was to know, except her twin, Comson Elg'cahl . Jess is the matron mother, bitch queen of this mysterious house. And always would she seek power, Comson quick to follow her with uniquely red eyes, yes, she never cared for her family. She wanted power, and Lloth promised her great power, at a few, minor prices. She always paid in blood for her power, always would too, she didn't care, it was power that was granted her. She will always carry herself with that proud stance, and never would she allow someone to push her around, never But this form would only be taken when she must deal with old friends, and she had dissolved the house mentioned above.