Jezabelle: Well, how experienced are you in Role-playing games? If you've played Dnd before, Pathfinder should be pretty easy to pick up. Either could work. The Primordials don't really exist in Planescape and while I have been working to incorporate them, it hasn't really happened. What type of worshiper/themes did you see yourself going for?
Some DnD experience but all PbP, which seems to be seen as inferior to the "real deal" in my experience. How about a Cleric of Calistria?
Here's what I've got so far.
Chaotic GoodPrimary Weapon:
Whip (I hear they're mechanically weak, but I can see it being contextually useful + heavy RP, it's in keeping w/character)Secondary Weapon:
Blonde with red highlights; long, parted from her forehead with a braid down the back (sans only hair piece in the image)
Light Ice-BlueGeneral Appearance:
Fair haired and with unusually pointed ears, Iyreth is only easily distinguished from her father's people by themselves at first glance. She tends towards black leather and yellow accents, in the fashion of Calistria's priesthood. Background:
Iyreth's life began as many half-elves: unwanted. A bastardization of two peoples, she had no land to call her home. Her mother, a noblewoman who had her while married during a tryst with an elf, arranged to have her spirited to a foreign city when she turned fifteen (she had disguised her as the child of a servant before that, but people were growing suspicious) where she would not bring shame to the house-- she was to be raised by the followers of Serenrae.
However, her "escort," a dubious smuggler handed a sackful of gold and told never to be seen in the right parts of town again, cared little for the particulars. They pulled into port, and into some whores-- and as it happened, the whores were the sacred prostitutes of a Calistrian Temple. When a cleric asked them why they'd brought so young of a girl, so yearning for revenge, aboard with them the captain replied they were "doing her mum a favor, dumping her in a far-away temple to be forgotten." With not too much clever talking and the ample distraction of supple bodies, Iyreth was given into the care of Calistria's servants in short order.
When she turned eighteen she was already a devout follower of Cailstria-- she never stopped thirsting for revenge for what was done to her, and an elf cleric offered to train her. They traveled for two years, eventually stopping for some time in an elfish settlement. Although she had been in "training" for two years, her teacher was given to flights of fancy and did not thing that her apprentice needed anything beyond a basic grasp of self defense and tangential guidance in her spells. Carnal lust, however, was a frequent area of practice. Iyreth came to rationalize it as part of worshiping her deity, and a piece to the puzzle of "getting even" with the society that had rejected her (as a priestess and later cleric of Calistria she was far more respected than average half-elves). Still, in her travels she had experienced those who had marginalized and stereotyped her as a whore, which put her on the defensive in most potential romantic encounters. Her teacher spent much time attempting to convince her such opinions were weaknesses and underestimations she could exploit, but the idea never quite resonated with Iyreth.
The temple in the elven settlement was rather different, however: lust was still in there air, but much more subtlety. Her information was beautiful, brokered and gained, and always at a price. During her stay she spent more time considering sociopolitical struggles and the flow of intrigue than anything else. However, all good things must come to pass-- for Iyreth, this chapter of her life would close with blood.
She did not know where they came from, who or what they were, only that they had passed over here. She emerged from the temple after a resounding crash to witness the settlement in flames, the sky black at midday, and complete madness. Descending into the streets she soon realized she could do nothing to help. People who were not dead were wounded, and the wounded would speak only madness or stair at her with sad eyes before their's closed forever. Finally, facing her inability and fearing her ignorance, she returned to the temple to find her master.
Returning to the temple, however, she opened the door and fell into another world-- Sigil.
Iyreth thinks it has been six months since she came here, but is unable to say for certain. She cannot find a way to return to Golarion, and has for the moment postponed actively searching for the means. In Sigil, she can taste the lust, hatred, and will to power of its denizens on the air: it has proven an intoxicating elixir, and the city's unpredictable nature has fascinated her. While she wants to make a name for herself and grow stronger from her time in Sigil-- all the better to seek her revenge once she leaves, and once she knows what it is she wants revenge upon
-- her main concern is locating any information on her master Jeannette Aephyrus-- their nature as master and apprentice is not common for clerics of Calistria, and so she is in a uniquely difficult position exasperated exponentially by the nature of Sigil.
While the odds of her finding her master, should she still live and if she even is in Sigil, are astronomical Iyreth refuses to give up hope or be defeated. But after six months, despite the exciting nature of the city, she is beginning to lose hope...