Nys Vendatti (Niss Venn dot ee) is the young scion of the Vendatti clan, a group of elves committed to trade, diplomacy and neutrality. The clan has a long history as nomads and craftsman, and several hundred years ago used their travels and knowledge toward trade. They now stand as a wealthy group with a mixed reputation: they are known to trade with anyone, for anything. They are the source turned to for the exotic, strange, or blatantly illegal. Recently they’ve gained both renown and condemnation as sellers of exceptional slaves.
The physical appearance of the clan – silver hair and black nails - is said to derive from a history as dusk elves coupled with an influx of drow heritage, as they utilized marriage unions to gain entry into the markets of the underworld. Relations are maintained to this day, and the Vendatti clan routinely roam the upper tunnels of the underdark. Nys himself spent many summers during his youth with his beloved "Nana," a drow matriarch and the sister of his grandfather, the closest pure drow in his line. Despite her fearsome reputation in the underdark, Nys is very fond of his Nana and often recounts stories of his adventures, mostly beginning with some sort of misbehavior - this sometimes gives him a unique viewpoint of understanding societies that don't adhere to the philosophies of men.
As the only son of the Highlord Varthen Vendatti, a remote and stern if loving man, Nys was raised with a certain expectation to one day assume a role of leadership within the clan. Despite this, the long lives of elven kind imply any ascension to serious leadership is centuries away. Varthen holds noble titles from many lands, given as reward or purchased for the convenience of nobility, and some devolve to Nys as well; however, they put little stock in them, and the only one Nys views as anything more than a credential is his clan title: the Silver Prince of the Vendatti. His training has been long and practical, including swordplay, magic and business. He's also developed a talent for body art, including piercings and both temporary and permanent inks, and sometimes utilizes slaves or friends as his canvas. Nys’ mother was killed when he was still a boy, about 70 years ago, when a lordling attacked them for transporting goods purchased from an enemy realm.
Now still a young adult by elven standards, Nys is nevertheless well traveled and much older than most mortals he encounters. He enjoys tales, and is always ready with a "this reminds me of" story. As the only son of the Highlord, expectations of him are high – possibly unachievably so. He is a risk taker by elven standards although most short lived races don’t have the same perspective on time. He has never felt any lack of bravery or honor, though he views them much differently than traditional nobility. Risk is foolish without promise of return and bringing the clan profit and success is the highest form of duty. He'll certainly help the damsel in distress: he just won't be suicidal about it, and failure to compensate him for the deed, at least within their capability, would be offensive.
His attitude towards others is likewise at times a bit mercenary, a carryover from his clan’s outlook toward business. He values honesty, dislikes inflicting harm and understands antagonism is unproductive, but is ultimately goal driven and opportunity or desperation can quickly dismiss manners. Friends are invaluable, but they don't expect favors for nothing. A true ally is someone you can expect to keep their word; and those who can do so are very rare.
Currently clan is the one thing sacred to Nys; nearly every action is weighed for its benefit to the family, and betrayal is unthinkable. He would sacrifice anything to protect them – especially for his two younger sisters.
Orientation: Nys is strictly dominant, and heterosexual.