Gunslinger

You are Cyilvorn, a Drow Gunslinger. You have escaped from the spider-fetishizing nightmare that is the Underdark, and now roam the surface world with a quartet of flintlock pistols in your belt and a lever-action repeating rifle across your back. In person, you have amethyst-purple skin and snow-white hair, and you wear a long black coat along with tough black pants and boots. You prefer to go shirtless.

Under your clothes, you're very well provided for: your cock is twelve inches long, four thick, and covered in intricate tattoos (and yes, it did hurt. A lot.) Your balls are the size of small apples, and have been "upgraded" so that you cum enough to fill several buckets with each orgasm.

While your long absence from the matriarchal culture of the Drow has left you with a renewed sense of self-respect and personal courage, it hasn't done much to temper your ruthless streak. However, your time on the surface has seen you develop a (rather twisted) moral code - you're still evil, just lawful evil.

However, even Lawful Evil needs allies, travelling companions, meatshields, and sexual partners, if not any actual friends, so...