Numuri Martal

Numuri Martal is the surviving daughter to Avonkul Martal and Volia Dul-Sansiska.
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She's spent nearly her entire life either operating as a holy knight and paladin, or as a demented cult leader who was also a holy knight and paladin, and only fell to the lures of Mordaghast late into her schizophrenic delusions. She is intelligent when she is properly medicating her condition, even though the medicine she's using is probably destroying her brains slowly, or not. Despite being a skilled combatant, and quite a bit taller than even the average drow, her strength does not come tot he same level as such legends like King Drake, and are much closer aligned with that of her peers, though she is at the peak physical condition for a drow elf.
Despite her sadism and demented outlook, she has compassion for the weak, and contempt for the strong who go against her, she is currently being held in Untergrad, and is one of the only known drow from the Alliance members to reside in the facility by Divankul Dul-Sansiska's request, by proxy of Maria Dul-Sansiska's connections. She participated int he Riots of 1075, and bore witness to certain other inmates taking their own vengeance, she was known to break 'monsters' and spare the 'broken'. She had a passion for trying to keep the flesh from tearing while she used her indomitable strength to pulverize people's bones in their own bodies, and is devoutly religious though her faith seems to be strained as she's aware Aradia is a dead goddess, and the other gods are likewise deceased, which has own given her further trauma in this revelation.
Numuri is a skilled weapons master, a student of Mossa Dul-Sansiska and Barakul Mabusa once upon a time, and loved the use the elvish longblade and a heater shield while commanding herself in her glistening armor. She is what every knight of the drow were meant to aspire to physically, from her toned body, unmarred by battle scars, to her brutality in combat and her unwavering resolve to destroy the enemy at all costs. 
Numuri has been kept abreast of the goings on outside Untergrad, a reward for participating in the informational chess game she played with Divankul for a number of years, and the befriending of the guard meant to always watch over her. She is aware the age of her skills has come and gone, now dead beneath the boot of progress, considering that her goddess is dead, she finds it fitting her way of life has likewise met its end, and wonders if the whole world will soon follow suit.
The thought...is enticing.