Neutral evil barbarian/sorceror (in a roughly 80/20 split to start, will gradually evolve towards more of a 60/40 or 50/50 split as she levels). I checked with Shadow to make sure that the sorceror aspect was okay, because obviously wizard wouldn't make much sense. She's a dark elf (half elf, half drow, I kind of made it up), but in terms of rules she'll just be considered as a regular elf to keep it all within the core rule set like Shadow asked.
Sae'Ka's cruelly serrated dagger didn't slice so much as it tore, and so it tore through the soft flesh of Wolfmarrow's throat as she held him from behind, his strength already having been sapped by the three stab wounds in his back, one of them right between his shoulder blades. The old warlord's lifeblood cascaded down over his chest, staining his white furs and marking the end of yet another roaming warband, though two more would surely spring up on the morrow to take its place. It was just as well, too, since Sae'Ka's band of misfits, monsters and rejects of society thrived on carnage and plunder.
Unceremoniously, she discarded the old man's carcass and removed her helmet, throwing that to the ground as well so that she could breathe more freely. The air was thick with the scents of death and gore and smoke, a couple of her raiders having already began setting fire to whatever wasn't worth taking while the rest rounded up the few survivors. Sae'Ka would keep them for herself and her men to have fun with - which some had already started doing - until they reached a city where she could sell them off at the slave markets. Sometimes she even found a potential recruit or two amongst them, usually those who were already prisoners or slaves before her arrival, but there didn't seem to be anyone like that in this sorry lot.
Every muscle in her body seemed to pulse and ache gratifyingly like they always did after a won battle. That fleeting, ambrosial feeling was like the most potent of drugs to her, and it was worth more than any amount of gold or weapons or slaves. The only trouble was that you couldn't hold on to it, it had to be payed for in blood; but then again, that was the fun part, wasn't it?
"A few 'o da boys got some scrapes 'n bruises, 'oh 'n we lost Thorny. Spear through the gut, had to put the poor sod outta his misery meself. Kept his boots 'n buckler, he won't be needin' em no more." Rhorkiff announced with a wide grin that showed off his several missing teeth, looking quite satisfied while he waved the dented metal buckler around as if he was getting used to its weight on his arm or something. If the death of his companion had affected him in the slightest, then he showed no signs of it, but Sae'Ka knew that - much like herself - Rhor couldn't have cared any less. They were all in it for themselves, and death was as common to them as the setting of the sun.
Sae'Ka pushed her matted silver hair out of her face and breathed in deeply for a few more seconds before replying, seemingly savoring the moment for just a little bit longer before getting back to reality.
"Good. Leave the dead to the wolves and vultures. And tell the boys to make it quick if they plan on sticking it to any of those bitches, I don't want to linger here long."