A drow like many others born in the Underdark. They were born to a Lolth sworn house already well embroiled in the usual squabbles and schemes of Underdark nobility. They were no wielder of power, not even an eldest child. They followed the plot of their siblings and parents without question. No matter how dark the command. What choice did they have? Their life consisted of fear and obedience. Even what small solace could be had from simple sweets was often laced with poison or an unexpected punishment. They grew paranoid and nervous by nature.

Then one day an opportunity presented itself. A group of adventurers, foolish yet surprisingly adept.
The adventurer's convinced them to take a chance and escape to the surface.
It was through the many stories they told that new hope emerged. Faint desires.
To replace paranoia with hope, and obedience with loyalty.

Pursued perhaps by agents of their former family or perhaps only by shadow they journeyed to Malakath.
It was in this strange land they sacrificed their former identity to an uncanny Tiefling to be born anew.

With tentative first steps still shy of the sun Feyrith took on whatever work their skill with a sword could bring.

Feyrith avoids speaking of their life before roaming the surface. She disavows Lolth or indeed any deity common or uncommon that may be associated with her kin. Upon taking up a life as a roaming sell sword she chose to allow herself to be guided only by reciprocity and freedom.

These days she has since begun to desire a more stationary profession. Not daring to hope for a true home but perhaps still kindling some naive dream of knighthood.