Alright all! A bit of a barebones terrible character. I went somewhat weird on this one, so let me know if I broke canon too radically :)
I apologize for the vagueness, but I am not familiar with the area and so much of my backstory isn't concrete...Name: SathyriAge:
Sathyri is a bit of a mysterious figure. She almost always wears a deep green cloak that covers nearly everything except long tresses of red hair, the lupine-glow of her yellow eyes, long boots that go at least up to her knees, and occasionally a glimpse of a collar around the woman's neck. She has never been known to take it off publically, and everyone seems to have a different claim for what the elfess wears beneath it, ranging from nothing to silky lingerie to a full-body leather catsuit.
She is always bubbly and happy, amicable to suggestions and tends to spend much of her time in a person's lap or fetching additional drinks. She isn't typically seen as a slut, since she doesn't actually directly flirt but simply acts extremely friendly towards everyone, but there are always the rumors that circulate about the types of things a bold man has convinced her to do...Background:
Sathyri was born far away. She doesn't actually know where she was born, all she can remember of her original homeland is the light green sunlight which she assumes must have been the sun shining through a thick canopy, and a feeling of contentment. When she was still young, she was captured in a raid upon her village and sold to a slaving caravan run by an Asmodean Cleric named Valeesh. Valeesh was certainly something of an up-and-comer... rather than maintain his cult as a... well... cult, he instead worshiped Asmodeus openly, training the greatest and most brainwashed slaves that money could buy. Moving his caravan between the myriad cities and states that allowed Slavery, Valeesh became something of a peddler prince, offering specially trained slaves with specialized skills, chief amongst them being collared clerics.
Needless to say, this is what Sathyri became... through a strict regimen of abuse, neglect, and strategic praise, Valeesh slowly taught Sathyri that obedience was the only path to happiness, and that there lay a dormant power within her, an ability to mend wounds and please her better, but a power which could only be attained by acceptance of the status quo. He taught her that Asmodeus valued consistency and subservience, and would jealously deny the woman her power if she attempted to escape or act beyond her station.
So it became, over the years Sathyri became brainwashed into an unwilling cleric of Asmodeus. Although she did not believe in the viciousness or tyranny of her God, she accepted the system he proclaimed, and managed to trick herself into believing she deserved her lowly station in life due to her inherent weaknesses. The strong made the rules, and all the weak could do was prove themselves useful.
She eventually found herself bought by an ingratiating little worm of a man who thought it would be useful to have a dedicated healer along on his journeys, and having a cleric who was both beautiful and didn't consider herself to have the right to say no only made the deal sweeter. Even better, from his perspective, the fact that the woman actually accepted his ability to control her meant his caravan could move into areas where slavery was illegal, and she wouldn't attempt to escape. He seemed to have thought of everything... except an arrow to the throat. After several years of moving through various free cities, townships, and fiefdoms, a bandit archer's warning shot ended up not being quite as wide as was intended and slew the merchant outright. Although the guards successfully drove the bandits away, it was too late for the merchant... and suddenly Sathyri found herself with no one to serve.
Sathyri eventually made her way back to town with the rest of the merchant's guards and, since the area did not condone slavery, no one thought for a moment that the woman may be available for the taking, and the rather confused cleric found herself with a sizable chunk of gold and no one telling her what to do.
Since then, she has been relatively popular around Sandport. She has readily agreed to join the caravans that move around at prices few other mercenaries are willing to tolerate, and will periodically host a poker game which rumor has it offers herself as the grand prize, though that may just be the boastful bravado. She continually seeks out interesting diversions, not ever feeling complete unless she is working towards something bigger than herself, being used to achieve some great end...