Name: Ridwee
Race: Drow Elf
Class: Lancer
Level: 1
Age: 274
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 135
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: White
Element: Shadow
Skills: Jump

Physical Description: Ridwee appears to be a rather frail individual upon first glance. He always seems to have the same strange grin present on his face no matter the situation. Another feature on the elf would be the cream colored markings all across his dark skin. The markings are tattoos, many of them standing for the symbols of demons and other creatures. Some of the markings are there as a note to keep track of all of the lives taken by the sinister drow. His hair is combed back all except for the few strands that hang in front of his two yellow eyes. His skin is a dark brown color which seems to point out the intricate markings all across his body. Along his face there are a few tattoos around his eyes and along each cheek. In his native language the symbols read "Hate, despair, greed, and murder. All a part of the obscure nightmare that is life."

Personality: Due to some..."accidents" in his past Ridwee has become more or less insane. To be such a strange individual he is rather intelligent, his insanity comes from his obsession with death and violence. The drow has a very twisted personality and view on life which he often expresses in his comments or the way he does away with an opponent. He has a very odd sense of humor and instead of actually helping anyone that considers him an "ally" he would rather stand aside and offer them a bit of advice. It isn't strange for him to be seen alone after a battle carving strange runic symbols into the bodies of his foes. Ridwee believes that if one is living, they bring it upon themselves to fall victim to death one way or another. The insane drow doesn't hold back regardless of age, gender, or race. He hates elves because of the fact that the drow are looked down upon by their surface dwelling relatives. He hates dwarves due to their particularly odd habits and greedy lifestyles, and he hates humans because he believes they will eventually lead to the destruction of everything around them. When it comes down to it many consider Ridwee nothing more than a madman with nothing but his revolting way of life to guide him.

Background: This story begins like any other. A child is born to a family and eventually grows into a hardworking young man. Of course this is no regular story and Ridwee is by no means normal. He grew up literally beating up other children which even among the Drow could not be tolerated. This eventually led to him venturing out on his own and killing all types of creatures without any regard for life in general. Eventually he moved onto fighting against anyone who would dare to step foot near the Drow village. His victims were diverse...from those who had strayed too far into the forest, to travelers simply trying to get to their destination. He enjoyed killing them and each death drove him more and more to the brink of insanity. One day while in his village he overheard a group of "friends" talk to the adults about his behavior. He was to be kept in holding and taught a few lessons via extreme manners of punishment. Of course Ridwee wasn't about to let this happen.

The night before he was to be taken to a local dungeon to be held, he decided to take matters into his own hands. So when everything seemed to be a bit calm he made his move. One by one he went to the houses of the young drow, slaughtering each of them in a brutal manner and leaving a message in blood on each of their walls. "The weak will fall, all whom I despise. None shall rest, as I uncover your lies. And as you sit here contemplating my sanity, I will remain forever in your mind. Driving you completely mad." was the peculiar poem that was made when all four messages were put together. On that day he escaped the Drow village, never to return and always remembering how much he seemed to enjoy being a part of such games. A new life would soon begin for Ridwee and not any different from the one he left behind. Everywhere he went the voice still ringed within his head. "Why hold back on them? It's fresh meat, trophies to add to your collection. They hate you...they only want to hurt you. Make them beg for mercy, and then relieve them of their fears."

Weapons: Gunge Lance
Head Armor: None
Hand Armor: Leather Gloves
Body Armor: Leather Breastplate
Leg Armor: Leather Boots

Dude, awesome bio, good job. That's a very welcome change of pace to all the 'hero' characters we've been getting lately. Anyway, great job, and I look forward to seeing what you have to offer to this ever-changing realm: Dark Isles.

Congratulations! :D