Valandra

[Cibernadie]

Common Name:Valandra
Complete Name:Valanedra Nesif-Besheri

Appearance:
Race:Fire genasi.
Age:Mid thirthies.
Height: 1.90 Mts.
Weight: 70 Kg.
Eyes: Blazing red.
Hair: Blazing red.
Facial hair color: Nonexistent.
Skin color: Dark red

Personality Profile:
General Health: Above average fitness.
Deity: Kossuth.
Initial Alignment: Neutral evil.
Profession: Nameless rank and file bureaucrat.
Home: City of brass, a metropolis of interplanar trade and commerce located at the heart of the elemental plane of fire.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Wizard. Planning to branch for fighter and eldritch knight.
Habits/Hobbies: Accustomed to paperwork in general. Enjoys Reading, sunsets, and the cleansing by fire of the weak.
Languages: Common, Ignan, Arcane.
Weapon of Choice: Flail.

Background: Valanedra Nesif-Besheri was just another office worker, one of hundreds, that dealt with the day-to-day administrative duties of the City of brass. She had a cushy office job on the red pillar halls surrounding the palace, and she was good at it, deriving pleasure from forfeiting permits, overtaxing foreigners, sentencing the misfortuned to slavery, and many more corner-cutting abuses you can do when you have an administrative job in a bursting city.

Despite being one of the few half-human inhabitants, she was on a slow but steady ascension up the bureaucratic ladder, and the vizier, who has a strong opinion on humans and those who share their blood, sent her on a "special" job to a backwater temple of Kossuth that lied abandoned and almost forgotten near a town of halflings, by the sword coast on the prime plane. To make it even funnier, she was scheduled to appear in a distant city with old ties to the priesthood. So she materialized in the Thayan city of Escalant, at the other side of the continent.

After a long, tiring, and stressful journey through an alien world, she arrived at the temple, squared her shoulders, adapted her name to the common language, and decided to make the best out of a bad situation.

Goals: Tend to the temple, burn a corner for herself in the strange world that is the prime plane. Maybe return to the city of brass one day once administration finds it fit.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: The entirely of the prime plane is alien and strange, save for what few travellers from Toril show up on the plane of fire from time to time.

[DM Cradh]

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