Sulissurn

Location
Menzoberranzan
Character Name
Suliss'urn Xukuth
Character Info
The night can be slick with many things. Tongues of lovers against flesh; sweat of an addict pressed up against filth coated walls needling away his family, his debts, and his responsibility. Sometimes the night was slick with promise and slick with blood. She liked that best. She liked it when promise reeked as sticky-sweet as gore splattered honey-suckle, heavy and pregnant in summer bloom before a thunderstorm. She liked the way men and women shivered when her shadow passed them, their eyes filled with hate for what she was and envy at her freedom. She got to do the things they wished they could. They could only yearn and watch her as she rolled on through the night past them like an endless swatch of crushed velvet with hot red secrets.

When she walked? It was almost always bare foot. Each of her footsteps, poised as stalking Jaguar picking the most soundless places to put her great paws. Leather and lace and knives and pockets full of jellied eyes, just what little drow girls were made of.

For her, there was no right or wrong. There was no light or dark. There was what she wanted, how she wanted it, when she wanted it, however she must get it and then never wanting it again. There was only the black of skin, as smooth as the secrets held by lover’s fingertips at a hip under the sheets—a beautiful monster mix of shimmering soft and tough old scars. There was only the endless braid of virgin-moon white hair snicked tight against her spine. When her hips moved, it switched against them as hypnotically as a cats tail.

How can something, someone so flawed be so beautiful? How can the harshest poison be so sweet?

She is drow. She is eternal. She is all that the fairy tales, stories, legends say drow should be and something more. Aloof, distant, strangely sweet, unpredictable, wounded, unhinged… She could be your everything as well as your nothing but simply above all this she would always be:

Suliss’urn.

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She told me not to step on the cracks
I told her not to fuss and relax
Pretty little face stopped me in my tracks
But now she sleeps with one eye open
That's the price she'll pay

I took a knife and cut out her eye
I took it home and watched it wither and die
Well, she's lucky that I didn't slip her a smile
That's why she sleeps with one eye open
That's the price she'll pay

I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
I'll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry

I slipped my hand under her skirt
I said don't worry, it's not gonna hurt
Oh, my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt
That's why you sleep with one eye open
But that's the price you pay

I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
I'll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry
Character Appearance
Blue black skin scarred head to to in silvery patterns of anger and hate. Hunter's moon yellow eyes. Pointed ears and a wolf snarl's grin.
Gender
Female
Art credit
Lyrics: Florence & The Machine

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