Am I a Pat Rothfuss's fan ? Ohhh yes. I can't relate to any who like fantasy books that can't love Pat's efforts. Other than being light on with his buddies in the University - perfect plot and well .. everything.
This is what I have always IMAGINED Devi to truely be .. LURVE to play her as this ...
but your call hon.
Devilkin (Apparent Race - Human)Gender:
Unknown (Ageless form)Height:
: 80 lbsHair color/style:
Dark / natural wavesEye color:
Eloquent, Courteous, Manipulative, Sexually DeviantAbilities:
Exceptional use of concurrent Sympathy (A virtue due to her race)
No ability to use "true names" (A racial impediment)
Can heal perfectly without scaring.
Has instinctively learned to sustain the appearance of a human by repressing her horns, tail and wings (see below), a form unfortunately which has its own social stimatism.Background
Although all know her to be a mage in her own regard, Devi is the product of a raping of her mother by one of the Chandrian, a situation which almost brings out what others call devilkin, a type of creatures scholars wrongly associate as a myth. Unfortunately this is something that must stay a secret for any association or even talk of the Chandrian can be more than enough to be disposed of by those near her, or worse by the Chandrian themselves.
Most know Devi as an expelled student of the Arcanum, she was a promising student however her impatience with secrets having to be earned through the trust of those more senior finally got the better of the girl. It was just matter of time before her hunger for power was obvious to those she had tried to convince otherwise, expulsion came soon afterwards.
Even compared to other mages, her craving for arcane secrets knows few limits, but although a devilkin mind controls her abmitions, a human heart beats in her chest. As such, the desire to have true friends or to be part of a group is something which tempers many of her actions.
The quick quips of Ambrose has publically humilated her in the past, adding insult to injury after being expelled. Although she often acts otherwise, she has never accepted growing rumors about her which are for most part, infuriatingly untrue. Those who are brave enough to deal the arragant Ambrose any unease are ones she finds hard not to like, an ambition she would find hard not to help.True form
Only Gypsies, the fae and a peppering of exceptions believe in devilkin existing at all.
Devi's true form physically resembles what most know with the presence of bony horns protrusions, a thin tail and large thin semi-transparent set of bat like wings.
Although her form could support true flight, she does not have the bones to lock her wings to glide without effort for long periods of time, and flapping his three times as exhausting as sprinting.
Her tail is useful for balance while in flight only and can not be used to grasp objects, and although her horns resemble those of a goat, they are a set of ears specifically shaped to listen to echo's of her own wing beats, they act as a crude form of sonar which enables her to make out vague shapes at 100 feet away in pitch blackness. Her horns are highly sensitive to touch, blowing on them is as distracting as a flick, and a finger flick could possibly make her faint from pain.
While conscious, only under drugging, extreme emotional duress, or if completely relaxed or by an act of her own will would Devi be in a state her wings tail and horns are revealed.
Although spells do exist to force the change, they a balked at by most scholars which deem no sense could come from mages foolish enough to beleive in devilkins in the first place.
Although repressing is painful, only a minimal amount of focus is needed to sustain the alternate physical form most know. This constant focus is the reason for her exceptional abilty at concurrent Sympathy, something even the great Kvothe couldn't match.
Although Devi does resume her true form while asleeping, the only hint that she herself could be anything other than human while awake is her lack of aging. Although this would be noticed sooner or later from any highly familiar with her, others have their own reasons to have little to do with this strange moneylender for even being seen with her is close to social suicide.
Repressing or extending these protrusions is far from instant, something that would take roughly ten minutes normally, five if rushed.