Valas Dyrr

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### Appearance

Lithe but tall male drow that looks to be in his late-thirties if he were a human. He has silver hair pulled tight into a top ponytail on his head which is shaved on both sides. He wears a dark brown cape with a mantled cowl up most of the time in daylight that shades his eyes. Attached to the hood is a draped mask that partially obscures the left side of his face. His skin is grayish purple. On his face, from the corner of his mouth to just below his cheek is a prominent pale scar along with another scar running up his neck to the tip of his right eyebrow. (He has a matching scar on the other side of his mouth hidden under the mask)

Jutting out of the left side of the cowl's mantle you can see a black pauldron that is adorned with raven feathers hanging from the front and back. The right pauldron is black but sports a horned face. He has a simple dark green leather tunic (cut into the side along his ribcage are hinged leather flaps that house his thieves tools and other important items). The crest on the cape's worn metal clasp is a dark half mask (symbol of Vhaeraun).

He has 2 wicked looking hooked daggers on his belt and peeking out from behind the cape on the underside are two short swords.

### Backstory

In the sprawling underground city of Menzoberranzan, nestled deep within the treacherous Underdark, a dark elf named Dresmorlin (Dres) Mournshadow was born into a society steeped in deception, treachery, and constant power struggles. The drow, also known as dark elves, were a ruthless and cunning race, feared by many for their skill in the arts of assassination and subterfuge.

From an early age, Dresmorlin was marked by an uncanny aptitude for stealth and a natural inclination towards shadows. His lithe frame and keen senses made him an ideal candidate for the elite ranks of the drow's silent killers. As a child, he was singled out for training in the art of assassination, mentored by a seasoned rogue named Draven Blackthorn.

Under Draven's watchful eye, Dresmorlin learned the intricacies of blending into the shadows, picking locks, and striking with deadly precision. But he yearned for more than just the life of a mere assassin. Dresmorlin sought to transcend the limitations of his birth and rise above the endless power struggles that plagued his society.

During a daring raid on a rival drow house, Dresmorlin's talents and resolve were tested to their limits. His squad was betrayed by a fellow comrade, and the mission quickly turned into a bloodbath. Dresmorlin barely escaped with his life, witnessing the brutal slaughter of his friends and comrades.

Haunted by the loss and the bitter taste of betrayal, Dresmorlin vowed to exact vengeance upon those who had orchestrated the massacre. He embarked on a solitary journey, leaving Menzoberranzan behind, his path illuminated only by the whispers of shadows and the cold, gleaming steel of his daggers.

For years, Dresmorlin honed his skills, traveling through the treacherous Underdark and beyond. He delved into forbidden libraries, studying ancient texts on forbidden magics and forgotten assassin techniques. His quest for knowledge led him to encounter different races and cultures, which broadened his perspective and instilled a measure of empathy within his hardened heart.

Now known as Valas Dyrr outside of the underdark, the drow assassin, he has become a figure of terror and whispered legends in the darkest corners of the realms. His strikes are swift, precise, and leave no trace behind. Yet, despite his reputation as a ruthless killer, Dresmorlin secretly harbors a desire to bring balance and justice to a world consumed by chaos.

As he walks the thin line between light and darkness, Dresmorlin Mournshadow wages a personal war against the injustices of his own kind and other malevolent forces that threaten the innocent. He understands that sometimes, the path to redemption is paved with blood, and he embraces the shadows that now define him, always mindful that his true enemy lies not in the physical realm but within the twisted hearts of those who seek power at any cost.