Zetheril Nassad

Background
Zetheril, of house Nassad, was born in the now destroyed city of Chel’sesussoloth. He rarely speaks of his origins, but what he has let slip is as follows. He was borne to a noble house, and when old enough, was sent to an academy to learn the arts of magic. For twenty years he studied there, but was withdrawn prematurely when civil war broke out amongst the drow. The details of the war he refuses to say, but afterward, his house moved to a new city where they were little more than soldiers and mercenaries. He claims to be a veteran of wars against drow, mind flayers, dwarves and duergar. Whether the underdark is truly so bloody a place is anyone's guess.

Forty years ago he came to the surface and found a new life for himself as an adventurer and mercenary. He has since made a name for himself as a powerful sorcerer, and its common knowledge that he focuses on lightning magic. He seems to take any job that pays even decently, reguardless of it's moral standing.

Mannerisms
Zetheril is a relaaively quiet man. A few glasses of wine generally coax him into speaking about the feebleness of surface dwellers and their rediculous reliance on constant illumination. He returns politeness, although rarely speaks about his past or anything of personal matters, prefering to talk about 'business.' He is respctful to his employers or those of higher rank, as long as they demonstrate strength.

Appearance
Zether stands 5'10", respectable for a dark elf, and weighs a trim 150lbs. His limbs are rather thin and frail, but he seems healthy otherwise. He dresses in attractive white robes and scarves, and wears his stark white hair long and untied; a sharp contrast to his ashen skin. He carries two staves with him, bound by supple leather to his wrists.