Traxes

Thraxes is a name well suited to the undersized, troll-like, unattractive drow race. People fear, despise and avoid them. However, Traxes was born into a human family. Her parents traveled in a caravan and were killed by robbers, and the noisy killing of innocents drew the wrath of the quiet people of the dark elves. As soon as the robbers were defeated, the drow noticed the little girl hiding behind the wreckage of the carriages, and decided not to leave her to her fate. Even at a young age, Traxes displayed those traits that were so prized among the drow: stealth, silence, cunning. Despite the fact that she was a prisoner, she seemed to have found her real home. But as time went on, she grew, more and more towering above the rest, and felt ugly. But even with her growth, her features were smooth and symmetrical, devoid of warts and mustaches. After leaving the tribe that sheltered her, she went into the forest to live alone. Lost wanderers who have found a way out of the forest sometimes talk about an incredibly beautiful girl who watched them from the thick of the forest, disappearing instantly as soon as they moved in her direction. Dexterous and secretive, she moves like fog in silence. Only a quiet whisper in the distance will say that her icy arrow has found its way to someone's heart.