Haiku was apprenticed at an early age, to a mage named Taraleth i'Tebures, there she worked daily, having to fight for ever smigid of information that she now knows. Having to compete with five other traynees, it had always been hard on her. There were few slaves in the household, all traynees being treated the same as slaves, which was wretched. She has great respect for all slaves now... all thanks to her past.
Current day-
She has reached the hight of 5'7 and weighs approximatelly 120lbs.
When she enters a room, thou might here the slight clicking of her black boots upon the stone floor, her trenchcoat, black as well, billowing slightly in her wake. Her head usually averted, black hair spilling into her face, slightly obscuring her vision, and that of yours of her visage. Her hands in her pockets, misty eyes upon the floor, hair blowing from an unnatural wind, that only she seems to be able to feel.
When you infuriate her, her eyes might turn from black to red, but then again Nindyn vel'uss kyorl ninta ratha thalra streea dal l' alust (drow for... those who watch their backs, will meet death from the front.) She enjoys speaking drow, german, Shkoden, or maybe even french, rather then english. None of those are her home language, but are still prefered to what she thinks the most ordinary language... english.
Oddities -
Instead of sitting in chairs, she prefers to perch upon tables, usually crosslegged.
Sitting crosslegged (indian style) rather then just normally.
Drinking beverages such as: elven blood, demonic blood, ale, pink lemonade on the rocks (invention of her friend Gate)
Breaking out into random languages, often not known to the person she is currently conversing with...
Along with being a mistress of shadows, she also is a shape shifter, and a half deamon. As well as that she is often considered melodramaticby those who dare to speak up and tell her. She is quite depressive, enjoying poetry, and gothic pieces of piano music... .
You might see here there, or here
flitting throughout space or time...
Either shadow,
or alive.
Maybe a wolf this time,
maybe a raven...
Sliddering throughout space and time...
None a matter to her truely,
nothing mattered for so long a time...
Death would be wonder,
life just a pain...