D&D: Female Drow Ranger
From Create Your Own Story
You walk down the streets, enjoying the nights cool air caressing your thighs and your shoulders. Your skin melds great against the night and you can feel the moon shines against you. It has been years since you've left your Underdark cousin and you always regret it during the day but in the night, all this fades away.
Your profession has made your shape even more pronounced. You're an excellent marksman and your natural agility is only enhanced and when all this fails, you always have your wits and your charms. You give a second to take notice of your body. Your curves are pronounced and your healthy lifestyle keeps you in shape. Not a single fat in sights, and your outfit takes advantage of everything about your body.
Your clothing ensemble consists of a black leather vest with many hidden pockets, from which any number of weapons or tools may be found.
A black hardened leather corset hugs you snugly but not tightly and provides support for your endowed chest, while providing a distracting amount of cleavage, after all you're quite used to using your sexuality as a tool just like any other. The corset also serves as an anchor point for your black leather pauldrons, which are reinforced by mithril strips between the layers of leather.
Underneath that you are wearing a black elven chainmail hauberk which drapes down low on your hips, the rings made of fine mithril links which do not impede your movement, padding underneath the chainmail and a hidden enchantment placed upon them so that they make no excess noise with your movements ensure your stealth is preserved.
A soft, dark grey wool cloak conceals your movements, keeps you warm, and can conceal your face in its deep hood if you need to go unnoticed, its nondescript appearance allowing you to fade into crowds. Sometimes anonymity can shield you better than the best set of adamantine armor.
Your black miniskirt is loose enough to allow you to run, unlike the long stuffy dresses of the highborn snobs. It is fairly short, ending about three quarters of the way down your thighs and complements your posterior quite well.
Underneath your clothes you are wearing a lacy number which would be quite scandalous were anyone from your noble house to see, black of course.
You complete your outfit with tights high brown and black leather boots that have just enough heel to make your hips sway, and a pin holding your snow-white hair in a pony-tail. Although very comfortable, it also makes the breeze of the cool night wind swoop in under your skirt and caress your thighs.
You are making your way towards a tavern. Work has been slow lately and you need to find something to do. You always comes to this tavern. And while the surface dwellers still don't trust Drow, the people of that joint became accustomed to you. Being the only tavern you don't risk getting burned on the pyre for saying a wrong word makes it worth something. You enter the door and and salute the barkeep. The room is busier then usual. Walking to the barkeeper, you ask for a glass of Elven wine while putting a few coins of silver on the tab.
D&D: You ask the barkeep what is the word around
D&D: You go look at the group of guards wearing the city's milita's color and ask them for work
D&D: You ask the barmaids for information
D&D: You go look at the bounty's billboard and see if there is work for you
