Aunayne

Aunayne of House Myviir. Or, perhaps one should say, formerly of House Myviir. Aunayne was slated to take on the role of a priestess for her house, she found she wasn't very interested in following the teachings of her society. She instead became a disgrace upon her house when she decided to flee the drow city and find her fortunes on the surface. Officially, she no longer belongs to a house, and an open order stands to eliminate her if seen. However, her small talent for magic has helped her along the way in keeping out of the reaches of her family and fellow drow. Though, things could have certainly gone better once she was free of her old life. Drow aren't particularly loved by anyone on the surface. She found work very hard to come by. Her only training was in the religious, and she wasn't exactly keen on joining any new faiths (not that they were interested in having her either). At the end of the day, it seemed there was really only one profession that someone with her physical assets and a lack of other marketable skills was going to be able to excel at. The taverns and bordellos have been far less discerning with their hiring practices.

And so, Aunayne has made her living working for these establishments in various cities as she tries to keep one step ahead of anyone looking to collect on the contract still out for her as well. Sometimes she gets to relax a little and work as a wench in the taverns, but far more often it's working for the brothels. Many weary adventurers have saught her consolations after their trials, though not as many are happy to speak of the beautiful, raven-haired drow they spent an evening with after facing down the owlbear in the woods. She hopes that some day she will have saved up enough money to open a shop of her own. Perhaps something traveling, so she won't have to worry about her family. On rare occasions, she does manage to find contract work as an adventurer with her use of illusion magic, but she's nowhere near skilled enough to be of interest to most parties for anything beyond low-level work dusting up with bandits and kobolds.

She strikes a very stunning presence. Standing 5' 11" tall, the drow is a bit taller than the average human, though she has far more curves than many of her eleven heritage. That much can be said about her; her figure is voluptuous, and her coloration smooth, dotted with tattoos and marks from her house. She was born with a rare strain of dark hair, though most drow sport a white or silver strain. It has served to help her stand out to many of her "customers". The dark hair flows down past her rear in softly curling locks. She has a sweet personality to those who will actually speak to her. Her voice contains a smooth, sultry quality that may or may not be a put on to aid in her profession. Perhaps it is just the only way she knows to get positive reactions from most surface dwellers.

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