First Name: K'yon
Last Name: Oblodra (Dobluth'oblodra)
Appearance: Tall sized drow male with exquisite facial features
Height above average
Weight: slightly above average due to his increased bodysize and quite muscular build
Eyes: Shining Red
Hair: purely white and currently short
Facial Hair Style: well duh
Personality Profile: typical drow features driven by the lust for power, the fear of failure and the anger about the lack of power he just does not deserve
General Health: very healthy
Deity: Lipservice to Loth
Initial Alignment: Neutral Evil
Base Class & Proposed Development: Wizard/Arcane Scholar/Archmage
Habits/Hobbies: Drawing and creating sculputres but also more practical items
Languages: Undercommon, Common and many more
Weapon of Choice: He tends to wear a Staff, wading into combat swinging it like a peasant would his scythe is however below him
[The Sigil of House Oblodra]
K'yon grew up as the son of K'yorl Odran and Tsabanor Oblodra the Matron Mother and Patriarch of the most powerful house of Menzoberranzan or at least it was what he was taught from the very beginning.
The families’ compound clung to a cliff face between two fingers of the Clawrift, in which the houses’ kobold slaves lived in their pens and tunnels.
House Oblodra was supposed to have over 600 kobold slaves within the rift but K'yon never tried to count them nor did he care much for the lives of these lesser creatures. His house was known for psyionic powers, there were stories about Oblodran females training and even mating with Illithids although he never had to witness any such thing.
He knew that his mother regularly hunted these beasts and suspected her to nurture her powers on them somehow but was never sure how exactly that might work.
He had his very spacious quarters but rarely did he use them as he was busy as most young drow.
Despised by his mother, constantly abused by his brother Drizfryn and avoided by his mute father, more than usual even for drow standards, he lived his young life in the families’ compound in Duthcloim.
[The great City of Menzoberranzan]
His existence mainly pain, only his sister Quavylene was bringing light to his otherwise dark life. She would not be nice to him but she would not shun him which already left a great feel within K'yon.
She acknowledged what he did and was, often admiring the drawings and sculptures he'd create from creatures he would hunt down in the wilds around Menzoberranzan.
Using the blood of the different beasts to draw, some would offer great colors otherwise hard or impossible to attain. Bones and other hard components like shells, he would use to craft sculptures or chairs and similar items.
His art caught the whole beauty of death and was unique in that way.
One day, having gifted a chair made of the bones of a human slave to Quavlene, he was called to her chambers by one of the kobold slaves. He walked fidgety from one side of the compound to the opposite not knowing what might await him. Upon entering her chambers he would gaze at her amazed. She was floating above the floor, not high, but she was clearly not meeting the floor with her feet. Seeing her younger brother's face she fell into a laughter maintaining her current stance. He was still young only a couple decades old, little did he know about his psychic potential.
This was the first day she would show him how to tap into his psionic potential to levitate.
He learned this intricate technique quite fast and was soon able to maintain levitation for exceptionally long durations.
This training was done behind the barred doors of his sister's chambers and only in short sessions, noone was to know of their little secret so he practiced longer performances in his own chambers only.
Only a few spans later K'yon was forced to partake in his first Khaless.
In the game, Khaless, two drow would cast “darkness” and “silence” over the Clawrift. The challengers would start levitating and enter the globes. The drow who exited first would be the loser and in many cases both drow would fall to their deaths when unable to maintain their levitation.
Having practiced many nights, sometimes even levitating while asleep he was able to surpass his opponent by far, to the surprise of his Matron Mother.
Later he was constantly forced to play the game keeping an unbeaten record, sometimes staying days in the dark.
Soon he was acknowledged by the Matron as a useful tool to rid herself of rivals during the long lasting games of Khaless.
This acknowledging brought him a token of gratitude from K'yorl. He was to master the arts of psionic powers but after proving little talent for anything else besides the levitation he had so eagerly taken on, he was soon expelled from these teachings and tasked to achieve greatness in melee combat.
Drizfryn would teach him lessons in combat if only to show him what a weak little Kobold he was and to gain a sadistic pleasure from beating him into a bloody pulp over and over again. On a good day he would show him a new technique to torment kin, including K'yon. The bad days usually ended with him awakening in the chambers of his sister, who would have tended to his wounds, sometimes perhaps deadly ones if not for her. These moments always left him in a happy state, if only for a short while, because he would never be allowed to stay for long, often barely able to walk, when forced out of the chambers by his Matron Mother.
Sometimes when he was barely able to stand with his next "training" with Drizfryn nearing, his brother Hazaufein would drag him into the library and hide him there for a few spans. He would explain all things magic to K'yon, however while having a knack for the formulas, gestures and magic in general, he just really despised these hours of tutelage, abstract and far from life as they always felt. Hazaufein was the houses mage which basically meant noone treated him with much respect, least of all Drizfryn which was probably why he was hiding K'yon.
Never did it feel like there was much sympathy between Hazaufein and his younger brother, it was more likely that the aid he was lending, was merely a way to deny his rival the deep pleasures of torturing another.
In a way K'yon was still thankful for it, he just never felt much for Hazaufein anyways.
Drizfryn always thanked K'yon for not showing up to the training by mocking him for hiding in the Kobold pens, asking him if he'd created an offspring with them that was equally ugly and fearful as him and later of course the usual physical punishment K'yon was getting more and more used to.
[From left to right: Hazaufein, Quavylene, K’yorl, K’yorl’s first advisor, Drizfryn (K’yon and his father not being on this picture showing the little significance they had within the family)]
Despite all the agony he would have to endure the training was not the worst of all things. Much more gruesome were the hours in which the Matron Mother would psionically torment Quavylene. The psionic abilities that ran in his family bloodline were weak within him, which was one of the reasons he was shunned by K'yorl. However a link had established between him and his sister enabling them to share great pains to easier surpass the most extreme hardships. The Mother's psionic torture of her daughter were sadistic enough to be much harsher than anything ever passed on to him by Drizfryn, even though he was only feeling parts of the pain Quavylene must have had to endure.
Over the years not only the bond between the two siblings was further forged into a thick strong cord also their shared hate for the Matron Mother. The pain the two secretly shared grew and grew as if K'yorl was trying to break the spirit of her daughter, not understanding how she could have possibly endured the already partaken.
Fearing for their sanity Quavylene forged a plan to rid them of the sadistic house spirit. Step one of the plan was to harden her psionic defenses against the intrusion into the deepest depths of her psyche where she would need to hide her schemes otherwise her mother would not be deceived.
While more years passed K'yon was not resting while his sister prepared for this ultimate quarrel. He took on from the lessons of Drizfryn whatever he could, slowly but steadily becoming a suitable fighter and even picking up a few tricks from Hazaufein, although still having immense troubles to interest himself for the obscure art magic can be. The days where he would end up bleeding and bruised became rare, at times he would need to let Drizfryn hit him as if still toppled, to have an opportunity to meet Quavylene. While their bond was strong it did not allow them to communicate beyond simple emotions and only extreme ones at that.
When finally the day had come it was K'yon who accompanied his mother into the wilds around Menzoberranzan. Quavylene would meet them with a large group of mercenaries to execute their dreadful tormentor.
K'yon had lured his Mother out of Menzoberranzan by nurturing her hopes of finding an especially potent Illithid which would be of use to further enrich the family with psionic potential.
Arriving in a chasm the Illithid had after a relatively short hunt fled to, they entered and had soon cornered the beast. K'yon dismembered it swiftly leaving it with no way to crawl or fight back against the procedure the Head of the House of Oblodra was beginning on the helpless Mindflayer.
[Scene of the Struggle between Ilharess K'yorl and the Illithid]
This was when Quavylene arrived with the group of mercenaries to end it, they were sure K'yorl would be so entangled in the mind of the flayer it would keep her from detecting her pending doom. However when they moved to strike her down the group of mercenaries was suddenly not of any help, they had brought them as a security measure should their mother be able to fight back despite being occupied with her prey. Now they were standing between them and their ultimate goal. The two siblings fought well but the superior numbers of the sellswords was just not to be overcome quickly and after a few seemingly endless minutes the Matron Mother had finished her “extraction” and calmly turned to the fight that had taken the lives of nearly a dozen of mercenaries.
K'yon quickly realized their fight was lost when becoming unable to move due to the psychic suppression his mother had laid onto him. Quavylene who had much more psionic talent and prowess in defending against such attacks was still struggling with the Matron's will when the mercenaries were able to restrain her in a much more physical way.
K'yorl expressed her pleasure of seeing the ability of her oldest daughter to scheme in such a delicate way with the following monologue:
"I daresay I am impressed not only were you able to hide your intentions from me despite all the psychic probing.... I mean I knew your abilities were extraordinary all along but you also were going to use this specific moment of distraction to slay me. The biggest achievement but also your undoing is perhaps your way of charming this poor little dog *she spat in K'yons' direction* to help you in your doing. He is almost devote to you but his psionic inability is your downfall. While your mind was shielded, he was an open book to me giving me all the information needed... Unwillingly of course but nonetheless quiet freely.” Her voice grew cold “I also know how you were able to endure my "treatment" without further repercussions now....No more!"
After this K'yon was to be put down like the dog he was but his sisters’ threat of killing herself coupled with the inability of the Matron to keep her from doing so psionically lead to the survival of him.
His punishment and probably moreso Quavylene's was the removal of a small part of his brain that carried his anyhow minimal psionic powers. Stripped of their bond Quavylene would not be able to withstand the torture of her mother for long.
After that surprisingly painless procedure of pulling brains through his nose which left it bleeding and him feeling in an disconcertingly way empty.
From very early on in his life he had had something, he was never able to put in words, now that it was missing it was clear as glass infront of him. Quavylene, he had never been truly alone once their bond had been forged and now, now a part of him had just vanished.
Emptiness...there was nothing more than emptiness for a long while. He watched how everything that had belonged to him was dragged from his chambers to the yard of the complex. Everyone was watching as they burned paintings of vast beauty, sculputres made of bones, pincers, teeth and the various body parts monsters could consist of, his furniture he had made of rare woods, if not of bones of his enemies, they even burned something as trivial as his bed sheets.
While they were watching he was seeing but did not reckognize any of his former belongings, the only thing he felt was what he did no longer feel and would never feel again.
The bond to the one person who had been with him all his life, shared his sucess, when he would finish one his paintings in their grim glory praising death and his defeats, when he'd wake up beaten and bruised to the bone by Drizfryn.
Now he was yearning to feel the pain she had secretly shared with him during the countless hours of torment, but there was none.
Hours later the blood from his nose had left a streak of dried brown blood on his obsidian features. He felt a pricking in his back, he turned absentmindedly to see what was happening, when he saw the spears forcing him to leave his former home. He did not resist, even the appearance of Quavylene and her desperate cries could not shake off this dizzyness that had taken possession of him. He saw her, he knew her and yet she was not the same, she was like the painting of a person that you knew and loved, it was similar yet an entirely different thing, not real.
While walking out of the premises of the House Oblodra he heard his mothers' voice:
... for this treason he shall be stripped of all his belongings and be forever exiled! He however shall not live freely but is to join one of the schools of magic and devote his life to MAGIC!
K'yorl had almost spit this last word. She did not want K'yon to live a life in freedom, he should have to endure the rest of his years embracing something he so passionately despised. Oh she knew, she knew how much he had hated the hours of lecture Hazaufein had so zealously given.
The words ended and a storm of flying stones began. The first hitting his left shoulder blade awakened him with a stinging pain, for the first time since the lobotomy he had felt something even if only the very animalistic drive to survive.
So he ran, he ran until his lungs burned, his legs stumbled and he fell into the dust. Awaking only much later when an enourmous thirst forced him to cough up the dust he had rested his head on. He went to find some water and then followed the dangerous trail to his destiny which would either be his death on the way to the great city of Sshamath or in one of their schools of magic were he would awfully fail.
- gaining influence and power within Sshamath
- Surface conquest
- becoming a great historical figure for all Illythiiri
- creating a "perfect undead"
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
- his father lost his tounge round about when K'yon was born; K'yon might not be his mothers son
- K'yon might use his influence gained in Sshamath to help his Sister in Menzoberranzan
- upon hearing of K'yon's possible future success in the school of necromancy K'yorl might send some assassin to kill K'yon preventing any kind of happiness to find it's way into K'yon's life
- House Oblodra is destroyed in 1358 DR K'yon could feel this psionically maybe even his sisters death or her surviving somehow
- K'yorl his Illharess is held hostage by the demon Errtu after house oblodras destruction, she could try to contact K'yon psionically
- finding ways to combine necromancy and his art to further improve it (creating colours from undead creatures; sculptures from killed foes or similarly twisted things)
- utilizing the recently obtained Illithid brains to restore his psychic link to his sister (doomed to fail I know )
- finding a use for the Illithid brains in creating his perfect Undead
- taming a nightmare is one of his more childish desires
- he has been using a mixture of Illithid brains, Xeyn Zau'afin's blood and other components to great success in healing severe damages to general health as well as the brains of a drow that will stay unnamed
- utilising Displacer Beast hides and a secretion from one of their glands, he was able to create skin covering patches that would be able to hide scars or any kind of unpleasantries concerning skin
Envy Edge : K'yon's family sword was recently further enchanted by a Charnag Maelthra Enchanter as reward for clearing a temple of the cult of tiamat in service to Sshamath's Council
(I tried not to use drow terms as I found that to be just disturbing when trying to read others stories)
PS any help to improve this is very much welcome