Last Name:Blacke (Enyeles)
Appearance: A short wood elf lacking some meat. Blessed with beauty clearly.
Race:Originally Human, turned Wood elf
Age:used to be 35, now because reincarnation turns one into a young adult physically... can be considered 25.
Age in a touchy subject. 35 years as a human would be equal to over a hundred elven years of life experience but quite young for an elf.
Height: Somewhere betwen 4'11'' and 5', used to be 6
Weight:100 lbs, used to be around 220 (fat, not muscle)
Eyes:light hazel, used to be brown
Hair:black, messy... mostly tied by grass blades, save the length and ties, it is like the original
Facial Hair Style:Elves, male or not sport no facial hair, but Samuel used to sport a long, dwaf-esque beard to showcase his wealth. It was well trimmed, like a turmishian beard.
Personality Profile: Something betwen being stiff as a board much like a 50 year old man and playful as a young elf. - Avereon Estelda. Tends to whine a lot.
General Health: Avarge,if a bit thin. Reincarnation avarges such for people, but being and elf it made him frailer. Druid teachings on the other hand will increase the fortification againts poisons and diseases. He used to be sickly, and out-of-shape.
Deity:Used to be wauken, Arualan showed Silvanus. Calenglir also showed Solonor. So Solonor & Silvanus
Initial Alignment:
Profession:
Base Class & Proposed Development:
Habits/Hobbies: Used to be: Driving other merchants out of their assets and collecting them, trimming his beard, eating expensive food and drinking the expensive bevarges like Evermead
Now: Talking with various animals, enjoying the large life-expectancy
Languages:Common, slowly learning elven, gnome
Weapon of Choice:Longbow or short bow, depending on situation.
Background:
Samuel Blacke was born in the Reach, specifically the land of merchandise and square beards, Turmish. It was 1313 when he came to see the world, and near almost instantly began to learn about the life of intrigue, of merchandise. He attended colleges of merchants, learning the finer points of the art.
He was bored of the basic concepts though, more interested in amassing wealth as fast as possible, no matter how illegal that may become. He found that the land itself is a very great source of money, wood for the scholars and builders, iron for the blacksmiths.
The Turmishians prize their land a lot, and did not take kindly to this aspiring dragon-hoard outamasser. When he turned 18, the monarch exiled him from Turmish, stating not even the Day of Misrule will allow him to return.
But what have caused such a punishment from a merchant nation? Every night, every festival he could attend, every time he could examine someone digging, he made sure to dig whatever was dug, for more often than not it was expensive gems and gold... all of them being offerings for Chauntea. The Monarch based his ruling on this, that if he thinks one tradition is not worth keeping in mind, then he is disallowed from exploiting another.
Since the time, lucky he was, with the massive amount of gold he practically heisted, he travelled all across the reach, buying merchandise here, selling it elsewhere. The title he was mocked with was coming to truth, soon he managed to outamass a dragon's hoard most likely, capable of buying a castle. Bad idea it was for him, on not buying on, and rather always reinvesting it...
Three times out of four he managed to lose 3/4 of his wealth, but that fourth time he increased it tenfold. His life was a gamble. One day, he struggled in poverty, another day he threw Golden coats in front of fair maidens trying to pass a puddle... only to steal their assets. In addition to risky investments, he obtained assets of a lot of merchants.
Eventually, these merchants found one another, and one of them was a banite, another a bhaalite. Murderous lot, these merchants became, even the innocent who turned to poverty. They began hiring assasins to end his life of unjust. Samuel's personal "Neverwinter Nine" as he called it, protected him from most of the assasins.
For years, this went and passed, poverty to divine wealth, like a rollercoaster he experienced all forms of life. One day in the dalelands, he encountered a moon elven girl with the name of Calinde Enyeles. The girl pleaded for a change, forced to the streets she was. Blacke saw, that the girl was actually a merchant whose assets were attested... He offered to buy her assets, to bring her out of poverty. She gladly accepted, overjoyed. But Blake never liked losing money, even if he were to obtain assets.. he told his personal bodyguards to beat her up, and take back the gold he handed to them. The bodyguards refused, telling him they had enough. They left him. Enraged, blake drew a dagger, and tossed it into the back of the girl's head, appearing from within a barrel near her home. He mugged her, then ran away. Once he was very far, tales reached him of a certain trumishian murderer back in the dale. He cackled out of delight.
He travelled to Waterdeep eventually, and there he invested all his gold, even going as far as disbanding his large army to afford the goods. They were frail, one little ambush could make them worthless. He was not afraid, his investments can give his money back if he indeed gets ambushed, at best he'd pay the bandits a paltry fee of ten lions.
On the way south to Athlatka, he was ambushed by bandits indeed, but these were assasins instead, seeking his life and not his goods. He thanked Tymorra, when a wandering band of Tyrite paladins appeared, patrolling the road. They spotted the man being assaulted by hooded figures, and rushed for his aid. Before the paladins could ask any questions on why he was being assasinated, one of them found a symbol of Bhaal, another of Bane... on the bodies of the assasins. They beleived they were trying to make name for themselves to their foul gods by slaying a respected, famed merchant. Smiling to himself, he gave some road rations to the paladins, in order to gain their trust even more.
He continued down the road with his long caravan... but was extra careful of more assasins, taking dangerous forks and roads, places where one does not expect a merchant to travel. His escort were getting upset. He bribed them, alongside any bandits. His purse was running dry, but he knew this was the mark... this was how he will gain the most immense wealth, envied by dragons, yes!
Fate is an interesting thing, so is justice. The murderer, the thief, the cutthroat, the rogue, the underhander who dealed with Underdark markets too some times... was punished in kind.
When he decided to take the road through the Cloakwoods, instead of down the Tradeway, in hopes of avoiding bandits and assasins, calling the power of nature "weak", the same cloakwood, where advneturers of valor die, where even people like the famous paladins of the Order of Radiant heart and silver rose tread carefully, where the seekers of Candlekeep watch their backs in their search of knowledge, where many aspiring adventurers learn the trade of combat by fighting the lizardfolk.
That day, no adventurer was around, the forest was too quiet, unknown to Samuel, who thougth this was the normal. When he arrived by a lake, lizardfolk ambushed him, elites of the Amnian waterfall they were, and they sure made short work on the small escort! During the battle, the entire caravan fell into the small body of water, forever lost to Samuel. The Rogueish merchant tried to fight for his life, but became yet another tool of fate, maimed, losing his hands and feet.
He was nearly bled dry, when the druid, Araluan arrived at the spot to cleanse the area of the unnatural and restore the damaged land.
He spotted the merchant, and recognised the wounds as work of lizardfolk. He wished to help, if only to make him take his ill goods out of the lake. But the wounds were too deep, too lethal... the Druid was merely a master of the fifth circle, not of the ninth. He could not remake his lost body parts as they were, and he feared they would not fit if he made one based on nature's will.
Splinting the oils he found the man was carrying, all worth well over thousands of gold, on the man's body, he began to shape a new body for the maimed traveller... of course after when he agreed to pay penance to his survival, by becoming an apprentice to the aging druid. Selfish at best, but wanting to survive, Samuel Blacke agreed... not knowing on the effects. The druid told him that he will die for a little while, and awake anew, in a young and healthy body.
For a hour, the druid seemed to shape was ended up as a small and young Wood elf's body, a female one to boot. He then recalled the soul of Samuel blake, and led it into it's new host. The former man was furious, being so small and female. She was angry at the druid, but the druid reminded her of their agreement, and suggested her to take up a new name. Somehow, she remembered the girl she murdered, the elven one, not that half-orc or human, the elven one: Calinde Enyeles, she proposed.
And so, she began apprenticeship under Alauran.
Goals:
- Learn how to get the rustic looks and immaculate looks of a druid, and their vows, help him/her with out-witting merchants
- Find a way to regain old self and wealth (Per say, if she isn't directed other-way. It will be decided at level 29, the feat "Sacred Vow" means to symbolise this choice. I'll base it on the development so far, and how well Arualan conviced her on serving the nature.
- Exploit being someone new, and being a race that isn't known for their shrewdness, with no assasins watching his every step.
- Help Avereon with whatever is affecting her
- Learn more about being an elf and fit in
- She, as the concept idea shows, is not what she looks like. She may be a short and thin wood elf, but in reality used to be a turmishian exile-merchant.
- Assasin were after him, and that is why he went the cloakwood route. It might be possible one of the assasins overlooked the reincarnation and the massacre... one of them might even hired the lizardfolk.
- sHe is intelligent, but not as much as he thinks.
- AS Arualan teaches her, she learns more and more on the nature... and if Arualan is convincing enough... Might give up on her idea of ever going back to the life of intrigue
- Is quite a fast learner and was able to accept her new lot in life quite fast. But if Avereon doesn't stand as support then she will quickly invert.
