Ju-thre'xis (Zhoo-threy-seez) stands at a towering 6'4" and comes in at a lithe and athletic 185lbs.  Like many drow, Ju was bred for perfection.  She blends an athletic muscle tone with feminine curves.  Her lips are a deep, ruby red thanks to a sticky accessory and her eyes are naturally emerald green.  Ju's hair is thick and shaggy, cut to shoulder length, and is a combination of mithril, silver, and ash in color.  Ju-thre'xis skin is a mixture of ebony and violet that comes off as a deep, dark blue tint in the Underdark's radiation.

When prepared for combat or danger, Ju-thre'xis wears a hardened, heavy suit of breasplate armor, complete with shoulder fitting pauldrons that are actually separate pieces of finely crafted steel.  Her armor is engraved and etched to make it look like a confusing mess of spiderwebs.  Under her armor, Ju wears a fine, cured, crimson red Hell Hound's pelt for comfort and cushioning.  The velvety fur can occasionally be seen between the joints of the plate, around her breast, or just above her exposed belly button.  Her thighs and knees are kept bare to provide mobility, but Ju doesn't run around with her ass exposed.  She wears a skirt made from the same pelt as the padding under her armor, making it equally red, thick, and velvety.  Ju-thre'xis's boots are actually metal greeves with shin splints, etched and engraved like the rest of her armor.



When not expecting a fight or danger, or when lounging about and otherwise playing her role as a Drow Noble, Ju lives up to the hedonistic stereotype favored by the weakling males of other species.  She almost always roams around in nothing more than ornate, almost gaudy jewelry and a thin spidersilk thong.  When being social, Ju-thre'xis will roll up herbs into little square pieces paper and smoke them, sharing them with allies.  The papers may occasionally be substituted for a small stone pipe.  Among the best of allies, Ju-thre'xis may show her taste in exotic, foreign drinks.

To those in her House, Ju-thre'xis is a noteworthy warrior of superior skill and talent.  Unlike many of her sisters and cousins, Ju did not hear the call to Lolth's service.  Nor did she show a dedication to the Arcane (in spite of having the mental aptitude for it).  While some may think of this as an insult (especially in her position), Ju did not seem to take it as such.  In truth, every great priestess and spellcaster knows that a solid warrior commanding the troops can win the day.  In that case, it is a task best not left to the males.

In addition to being unlike many drow women, Ju is unlike many drow warriors.  She does not favor agility, fancy footwork, and the sword.  In spite of being competent and capable in such arts of war, Ju-thre'xis is a master of the pole arm, specifically the Lucerne Hammer, and her tactics favor brute strength, power, and cunning.  Her signature weapon is known as "Stab and Smash" and was a gift granted to her by her House's top forge master.  It is a one of a kind version of the weapon made especially for her.



In addition to carrying her Lucerne Hammer, Ju-thre'xis comes equipped with heavy, iron and leather studded gauntlets that are not a part of her armor, a thick belt with a platinum buckle, that has several pouches on each side, and a bandoleer for potions - almost all of the 10 or 15 slots are filled with vials.  In a holster designed for a bow (the kind used on the surface) and modified for her purposes, Ju has three distinct Javelins, the heads of each sharp, barbed, and shaped to resemble a bolt of lightning.  A simple, dark, black widow pendant hangs from a leather chord around her neck, and a pair of simple, silver rings are on the pinky and ring fingers of each hand, though only one of them on her right hand radiates magic.  Finally, Ju rounds off her visible equipment with a blue-grey cloak that radiates a feint aura of magic.  She only carries around her backpack and field gear if she needs too.  A Hand Crossbow of better than average quality dangles off of her right hip, pointed towards the ground, with the grip facing forward, an indication that she is actually left handed - something a careful observer may want to note.  A silvery stiletto dagger tried (and failed) to conceal itself on the interior of her right boot.