Background

The House Do'Urden has fallen from grace.

What once had been Sinthrae's pride and joy had crumbled as she grew up, the mighty house that associated with House Baenre disgraced by its children. Sinthrae despised them, hated them with all her heart, wished them the most unfantomable pain. The rage in her heart screamed and she listened.

She was not the matron mother, nor was she the next in line. What she was, however, was the House's most loyal member; and if the House wanted revenge, she would gladly give it. For several decades, she trained her body and soul to be at its peak, trained until her gun was practically one with her body, trained until her mind can only acknowledge her hatred and nothing else.

What she had trained for decades had ended in a matter of days. The hardest part of finding those that destroyed her House's reputation and ending them was the finding. Everything else only took her laying down on the floor, carefully aiming, and pressing down the trigger. With them gone and with her House still in a troubling reputation, Sinthrae can only collapse, her mind fractured. She had nothing without her house, without her quest, without the rage in her heart that had immediately turned to ashes.

Unable to help herself, Sinthrae now travels blankly, barely unable to notice the world passing by. She automatically takes care of herself, eats, sleeps, even gains gold, but not a single spark of emotion can be seen in her eyes nor do her words hold a single bit of warmth.

Appearance

Gender: Female
Age: 223
Race: Drow Elf
Height: 5 foot 0
Weight: 100 lbs
Hair: White
Eyes: Red
Skin: Purple