Drow: An Interest Check

[Zaer Darkwail]

OK, here comes my char.



Name: Zefana Skikudis'cress
Race: Drow
Gender: Male
Age: 274
Profession: Top notch mercenary captain, blade for hire (skills are eguilevant or better than most house swordmasters)

History: Zefana Skikudis'cress is a foreign drow who came to the city few years ago, starting work as mercenary for hire. He may not have been much back then but even since his arrival he showed expectional swordcraft. But after he defeated a mob boss (a local hobgoblin gang leader) he took over and then with ruthless effiency made mob into formidable mercenary unit for hire. Over time as his prowess was shown and proved many loose invidual mercenaries joined up to his group and soon group known as tar'annen d' skikudis orbben (company of steel spiders). Zefana has mixed races in his company but he elects drows as squad captains or other elite position over rank and file. But he does not do such elections if said person is not capable. Otherwise he forms entirely drow teams led by drow (but these are small and rare occurence and used only for inflitration and assassination jobs). Because they work in mercenary business the company is often hired to guard weaker houses and so his company has more than once clashed blades with House Noqulyl during their aggressive 'attacks' on weaker houses. Turning sure victory into a bloody battle and into tiresome stalemate which has then forced House Noqulyl withdraw to avoid losing more resources for fight which cannot be won quickly. Otherwise Zefana has nothing against House Noqulyl but has rather with faint smile said 'Without them our business would not be good as it is now'.

Zefana has grand ambittions but as male he cannot step up higher than this but he has arranged several businesses under his rule and he has formed monopoly around warfare and conflict and turned it into profitable business. He has made one former weaker house (house which was destroyed decade ago) as his stronghold which works part barracks, his office and also factory for siege weapons, war golems, weapons and armor. He has duergar mercenary recruits who either work on mercenary tasks or in forges to craft plain but very good quality weapons and armors which are then send to drow artistic metallurgy decorators who adds art to duergar's plain work and enchants it to be both beautiful and strong enough last in real combat. Also he has very skilled (a former house retainer) raising and training lizards as mounts and also guardian spiders.
Personality: Zefana is calm and calculative leader, but what comes to personal combat level he has 'cold forged battlelust'. He does not his own desire for personal combat rule his decisions or lured into trap, but if faced good opposition he more than gladly joins into fray and shows why he is called 'steel web'. Also he seems like art, he has habbit in collecting varied art pieces (paintings, sculptures, jewelry, poetry). His interest is mostly to collector items, art pieces which are works of artists who have already died.

[Ironwolf85]

the way I'm playing Zarim... he's new to the city, so gawd your background dwarfs his.
it's a little embarissing.
ahh well I can still crack someone's mind like a walnut

[Krayz]

Ironwolf, if you push that one too much, I'm gonna step in. I don't want this turning into a giant melee, ok?

And post your character sheet here.

[Ironwolf85]

I was thinking the brain eating (grab head with tenticles crack the skull sluuuuurp) and such, but I promise not to abuse my psychic powers in any game breaking way. this is a game of blackmail and subterfuge... not charging in and slaughtering... we are not barbarians  ;D

I have no picture.
6.8 feet tall musclar mindflayer with dark blue skin, he wears the black robes his kind are typically seen in, however he is proud of his body, and thus leaves the top half hanging off from around his waist showing off his upper half, and the purple tatoos along his left arm. he carries a large black flail with him in case he needs it. this wreakingball packs a nasty punch when combined with his martial arts.
Name: Zarin Valgarissh
Race: Illithid
Gender: Male
Age:237
Profession: black market information dealer, interrorgator, and tutor in many arts both martial and mental for hire

History: Zarin was created from a human body, and was supposed to be a simple rank and file illithid. it was this exact position that caused him to be overlooked, and thus he had more time to himself. as surface heroes are want to do, a group of adventurers ventured down to their city to rescue some nameless person that had been one of his thralls. they had proper protection against mental powers, and beat Zarin merclessly untill he gave her up. untill that point Zarin had never experienced a beating he'd always had thralls to use as shields.
He was determind to overcome this weakness. over time the change was apparent, he was thinking faster, constant training pushed his body to it's peak. He towered over his bretherin and looked like a powerful warrior. worse yet, the balance pushed him towards clarity and sanity.
this got him discovered.
the Inquisiton was unable to take Zarin down, he was a match for them mentally, and could tear them limb from limb physically. He escaped to a drow city, setting himself up as an information broker and mercenary. dispite his mental power, he's come to enjoy physical delights taste, sight, touch. His current project is how to transfer himself from one body to another once matured, he still has much to do in this life. he's passing his developed combat styles down to those who can afford his tutorage.

Personality: intelligent, savvy, and quick to turn on his masters for the right price. Zarin respects strengh of the mind or body
He's actually not abusive to his slaves, in fact he often sees them as works of art. he's not above sampling some grey matter here or there, but rarely kills the person. he would rather keep them around as a husk.

[Krayz]

Okey dokey.

So, is that everyone? Anyone else hiding out there?

[Angi]

Name: Xunlara Noqulyl
Race: Drow
Gender: Female
Age: 431
Profession: Matron Mother of House Noqulyl
History: Xunlara was the youngest of the four daughters born to the founding Matriarch of the House Noqulyl, Vlondiira. Being no less than a century younger than her eldest sister, not a soul could expect the immense ambitions the girl began to grow over the years. When she was barely beginning her own journey to follow in her sisters' footsteps, she began training in combat and had already worked out more than 8 different ways to take down the youngest of her siblings. Her older sister Yasavin had just completed her training as a priestess of Lolth, working on moving up in the favor of her mother. Xunlara already knew her sisters saw little threat from Yasavin, let alone the baby of the family herself, so in her eyes the opportunity was golden. One day, not too long after Xunlara had finished training herself, the body of Yasavin was found in 4 pieces in 4 different rooms of the main house.

Of course, Xunlara was immediately suspected as she would be the only daughter to immediately benefit from her sister's death. But even though all signs pointed in her direction, none of her other sisters took it as a real threat which left even more of an opening for her to clear her way to Matriarch completely. Only 11 years after Yasavin's downfall the third eldest daughter of Vlondiira, Shurdriira, was discovered be headed in her own bedchamber and the guards posted outside her door were missing altogether. Still, her remaining sisters refused to admit they had anything to fear and Vlondiira herself practically ignored the entire ordeal while seated safely in her position of power.

Over the next 40 years, Xunlara's remaining siblings were also brutally killed, likely only because they refused to take any action to prevent it in fear of appearing weak by fearing their own younger sister. Now the only person standing between Xunlara and the position of Matron Mother was her own mother, who was more than confident she had nothing to fear from the girl as her other daughters were weak to begin with. Though it took another 24 years, Xunlara finally made her move. Fighting her mother was much louder and harder than her sister's deaths had been, and it lasted more than half a day. Of course it attracted attention from everyone around, and not a soul dared to step in and help either woman as they attempted to end the other. At one point, it seemed certain Vlondiira had her daughter trapped and only moments away from ending her eventful life. Likely, she would have as well, if Xunlara hadn't planned exactly for this point and in one quick movement pulled out a small object from a pocket hidden in her boot and shot a handful of needles coated in a powerful paralytic into her mother's bare stomach. Not wasting a moment, the younger drow darted behind her, ignoring her own wounds and slicing her mother's head off her shoulders with the former Matriarch's own weapon. Afterwards, she easily slipped into the role as the Matron Mother of the House, finding little opposition to the matter.

Personality: Since she has held the position of Matriarch, Xunlara resorted to fighting herself as little as possible, at least in the public's eye. To those who didn't know her, she was assumed to have lost her skill completely and was only hanging onto her seat by the loyalty of those who still feared her. In actuality, Xunlara had almost developed a separate personality, keeping her bloodthirsty side locked away until she needed it most. This became clear the multiple times she'd been attacked in an attempt to knock her from her position. Each time she had come out on top without any serious injuries and always leaving her enemy in multiple pieces. This way she had of hiding in herself, often created many occasions where she fought with her own mind. She barely spoke to anyone, unless it was to give orders on where to move next. Most of the time she was found wandering around her home, as if nervous she would be caught off guard at some point.

((Sorry I've been sick since like Saturday... better now though ^.^))

[Drake Valentine]

(( I have also been ill for the last week, still am, so might not be able to post once game starts till sometime later this week. v.v ))

Name: - Ghaun
The accused one.  Ghaun’s full family name has been stripped from him upon the moment his house was taken over. He is only known in the Drow society as cursed, mostly given that the majority of his owners don’t end up living long if they keep him in their household.
Gender:
Male
Class:
Assassin
Rank:
Slave of the Underdark


Appearance:
Behold, come and meet one of the true children of the Underdark. Nightmares woven into tales of fiends that dwell in the dark, away from their more daytime and various, alternative, elven species. Has one every laid eyes upon a Drow? Such tainted and enchanting individuals they are and Ghaun is no less in personality and appearance alike. Is it morbid fascination that may drive one towards such a being? Does the forbidden fruit dangle about so lusciously? Who could truly resist the exotic and rare nature of his kindred? More tempting nonetheless that such a male has fallen into a ‘slave’ position. Now none should be fooled by this knowledge either, being a ‘slave’ doesn’t make him weak, there isn’t one trace of being docile or fully confined from the proud and dominating posture and composure this individual houses so freely and calmly alike.

Let us go back to his image, what might catch one’s eyes first from this man? Might it be his dark skin color? He isn’t as pitch black as some of his dark brothers and sisters, his complexion is on a fair lighter side than that, appealing in more of a dark gray, than obsidian. Maybe it is his hair? Ivory locks which cascade their way down lengthy along his being, dripping across broad shoulders and inching a quarter of the way down his spine; failing to fully sheet his moonlight like skin. Perhaps it is even his body? Oh, and what a body it is, one can’t say he is the tallest of men- of course that goes without saying given his elven heritage- only standing at a height of five feet and two inches. Though don’t be deceive by his rather ‘shortness,’ what he might lack in height, his body makes up everywhere else. Body wise he is toned and fit, nothing like a battle harden warrior hulk, though more ranging towards the physique of a nimble assassin, athletic at best. Still his body can draw more attention to it with the various scars along his figure, it is clear that he has seen his days, and most wounds aren’t from a crack of a whip. A trained eye can distinguish blade marks, claw marks, and other strange markings upon his frame. Yet, it is doubtful that many would-be masters or mistresses would share such knowledge and might find themselves buying something more than they can handle.

Still, who could say no, hmm? Perhaps one isn’t a body person, but more on for another’s face? It all depends on taste, Ghaun’s features aren’t boyish or teen-ish, he surely isn’t a ‘pretty-boy.’ No, Ghaun is a full-bloomed man. He may not be one much for facial hair, the question of hair may linger as well given the lack of such along his body, the only hair he does harbor is his thin, ivory brows. They are often sharply arched and curved, exposing the cold and decisive stare his amethyst, hued eyes share. Even a sour look he often feeds to those around him, his lips barely ever edging into a smile, would one go as far as claiming pouty- perhaps? Maybe that isn’t the best choice of outlooks, more detestable than anything else in honestly, as his features usually emphasize scorn to those he is around.

Clothing, clothing. Must many be so concern about clothes? It is all a matter of climate, though personally Ghaun prefers articles that are more exposing and revealing to show off his body. Not to the extent of full nudity, mind you. His aptitude to clothing really varies, but moreover he is picky, it has to be the least bit appealing to him. You won’t be catching a Drow wearing bright articles, nothing flamboyant. He rather gut himself than dressed in such a lavish manner. If anything, he keeps a rouge-ish look at all times, usually covered in various leathers or less material. Grays, browns, blacks, to name a few of the colors in which he may be seen in. Anything else is merely a guess. Though again, he doesn’t go out of his way to ’dress’ up, such a foolish move that would be. 





Personality:
Come, lets us take a look at what drives this man, what has kept him alive over the constant years within the pits and further of being sold to one house and than the next. Survival instincts have left him to be obedient, but don’t be fooled, he’ll as much as stab his owners in the back as any other Drow may. Full on submission is merely a weakness and such Ghaun doesn’t possess. There has been countless times he has been whipped given his own arrogance, his own lack of respect, and that spite he shares towards all that finds a means of being in possession of him. It is his pride that allows him to continue to go on and thrive through the hardships of his life, should he had given up at earlier points, he may not be alive as of today. He will never bow his head to anyone, unless the patron Goddess Lloth herself presents herself before him, otherwise, he sees no one else as his ‘keeper.’ None would understand the hardships he willed himself through and much less would even care, as one with a given rank of ‘slave’ has no rights within the society.

Treacherous, a natural trait that all Drow share, even one such as himself. Betrayal, it is just another name of the game of life within the Underdark. If one isn’t doing the backstabbing, than they are the ones being backstabbed; and this is a bumpy road that Ghaun has gone through over the years of being enslaved and even before such. Hostile to the core, vengeful till the end, this is his Drow way. He never forgets those that wrong him, those that stand above him, those that look down upon him, those whom believe they are superior. As had his ties of freedom were severe, many that come into contact with him share a similar fate; yet they earn something sweeter than that of being enslaved. He even doubts those that live a more ‘humble’ or ‘luxurious’ life would live long as a slave to another within Drow society.

Hatred, spite, animosity; all these emotions and more are what drive him on. One will never find one strand of humbleness about him. He has no concerns for those around him, he doesn’t weep for those he may cut down in or out of the pits. His heart is as tattered and worn as his body and he has no desire either for that of change. His happiness only comes from killing those that had wronged him, that had brought him to live such a horrid life, and he won’t hesitate to smite anyone else that may get in his way of achieving such a goal. There is no such thing as allies or friends either to him, such beings that try to label themselves as such will be treated like pawns. Everyone is his enemy and if not his foe, than they will be used for his own gain as he had been used throughout his lifetime.


History:
Fate weaves such a cruel web. Ghaun’s life prior to being enslaved wasn’t as harsh as it had been before. Nay, he possessed such potential, he was to be an important figurehead next in line of his House. Why might this be? For one he carried a natural talent with most weapons, but he wasn’t any trained expert. Another reason he was quite trained in espionage and he held all the traits to be quite an evasive and nimble assassin to pave a name out of himself out of blood; but things never go according to plan. Members within the House begun to betray one another and some were getting involve with other houses. Unfortunately the mess got too far out of control with the squabbling of fellow blood, that another House staked its claim upon the family. Fellow brothers and sisters were either killed or enslaved, though it was mostly the former than that of the latter. Some survivors that got a clean slate from both were those that had sold the rest of Ghaun’s house off to that of another group. Though Ghaun would never forget those that did, in time he knows they will meet a fate far worse than death itself.

As for his life from there? Why, as they old saying goes, that which doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger. Most of Ghaun’s life was spent more in the pits, serving as a base of income for any greedy master or mistress that took him into their ownership. They would watch on with glee when he struck down fellow Drow, monsters, and other various slaves that were brought into the ring; but freedom itself was never to be earned in fighting. Such a vicious cycle continued to repeat itself, with each day Ghaun’s skills were sharpened depending on his enemy and more often than not he received a new scar as a medal to his ongoing victories. Though there were breaks in these transitions. Lust is such a horrible thing, the desire to possess something more than can be controlled is quite a selfish one amongst his prior owners. There were those that sought to get closer, use him for more than battle talents; though in the future many would meet a cruel fate in letting their guard completely down around the Drow. A vicious dog is only kept under control when muffled, leashed, and chained after all.

Like a tarnished toy, Ghaun finds himself often picked up by one House and then another. Though the question lies who will be ‘fortunate’ enough to acquire him first? Even as a slave, his name continues to draw whispers within the Underdark. Though Ghaun will continue to fight and do all that he can to rebel against the twisted web of fate his unfortunate life has been ensnared within.

[Krayz]

My apologies on this not moving, everyone. I've been getting too distracted too easily these days.

[Krayz]

And FINALLY, I got things up and running.

Roleplay Thread:  https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=74219.0

OOC Thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=74220.0

Character Thread:  https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=74224.msg3237344#msg3237344

Newcomers are always welcome, just post in the OOC and post your character =D

[Vergil1989]

Sorry it took so long to get my post up.  Unable to get to a comp and using my PS 3 for this didn't seem like a good idea lol.  Anyway, i hope it works and also, I keep on looking at the prestige classes and the Vile Vows and I am wondering if I shouldn't take one.  Any suggestions?