A towering figure of gaunt, corded muscle and unnaturally curving bone, Vhalkhorahn Zauthril is the eldest son of House Zauthril and unlike most males born to a noble house is a being of at least moderate prestige within Drow Society (through no particular virtue of his own), having been born of the celebratory mating between a High Priestess and a summoned Glabrezu.

 Like all his kind he goes only lightly dressed at the best of times, favouring a light piwafi clasped shut with his clan sigil and worn over thin, dark-shimmering silken armour that wraps about his gleaming ebony skin in a fashion that's somehow more disconcerting for what it hides of his blasphemous form than what it reveals. He's armed primarily with a pair of long, scything claw-tipped hands over which he wears metallic blades with a deep, purple sheen and a smaller, secondary set of limbs better suited to the use of tools (in which he rarely indulges) on which are often worn similar, but smaller gloves of silver-steel.

 The Draegloth has been a spectacularly brutal, violent tool of the Matron Mother for well over a century now, the only casual amusement he appears to permit himself being the fascination he takes in the clan trade - indeed, it comes as a surprise to many outside of the family to discover that he's one of the finest fungal breeders in the Clan (at least until such time as they discover that he favours living victims upon which to practice his art) and is personally responsible for the development of a number of delicacies which command high prices at the tables of other Houses.

 In recent years however, his service has been at best grudging and his manner dark even by the standards of the Drow - and being that rarity, a male who cannot simply be disciplined as a matter of course - he's been left largely to his own devices, a state that surely cannot last for long.