Name: Aila.
Age: 184.
Gender: Female.
Race: Wild elf.
Appearance: A mangy, pitiful sight, half-starved, over-beaten and despicably unkempt. Her ruddy olive skin is even darker beneath a layer of... best not to ask, and her once silken golden hair is now a cack-brown-blond mess, knotted into a veritable bird's nest on her skull. Her ears have been jaggedly cut into mock-human stumps, and if anyone bothered to inquire, if only to sate their morbid curiosity, they would be uneasily informed that it was self-inflicted. As far as they could tell, she'd torn off her ears with her nails (which had been promptly pulled from her fingers and then her hands bound) and eaten them. Cackling madly all the while.
She wears only slave rags and the welts on her skin, aside from some haphazard bandaging across her face, around her hands and around her neck. She is often kept gagged as well.
Personality: An unstable, unbalanced, unhinged wreck, her brain suffered some minor rot from an eye infection and she was left with a few... quirks. Namely, habits of self-mutilation, some nasty tics and twitches, the inability to hold a single thought for certain lengths of time, and occasionally fits. But really, she's a strong, able slave, and being sold at a discount if you're at all interested...
History: Captured by human slavers, passed through more than a few hands, and by the time she ended up in Drow markets (her human captors probably themselves now up for auction), her already uneasy wild elf mind was... more than a little unsettled.
Physical Weakness: She's crazy, malnourished and disease-ridden. She has only one (barely) working eye, and extensive self-mutilation. She's really not posing a threat to anyone.
