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Place of origin: Eryndlyn
Race: Half-drow Age: Between 30-40 (early 20s in human standards) Patron Deity: Elistrae Alignment: TN —> CN Class Archetype: Urban Ranger (draa-velve path) Profession: Servant/courier —> Independant drugdealer Height: Tall for a drow, short for a human Build: Athletic, with well-drawn muscles Notable features: Facial mask that she never takes off | |
Biography
Early Cycles
Phyra is a bastard child born to one of the human slaves of Que'llar Olorel from Eryndlyn. She was destined to be a servant, and for this she was strictly trained — to be obedient to her masters and ruthless to their foes. She has been a commendable student, albeit with wind in her head and love for climbing and dance. Draklar Olorel, the Que'llar alchemist, noticed the young bastard's potential and claimed her as his laboratory assistant.
It was evident that mere apprentice duties was not where Draklar's plans ended. The master was a known creator of ziran. While the que'llar was officially doing the distribution, Draklar made most of his profits out of the unofficial exchanges and special requests. For this, he needed skilled and loyal couriers.
Courier Work & the Elistraens
He pushed for extra training for young Phyra, she was taught basics of dance, acrobatics, trapping and even the complex draa-velve. Draklar started using Phyra as one of his personal couriers, sending her on undercover missions into the Eryndlyn slums. Phyra was flawless at this role, knowing the city roofs as her five fingers. She often embarked on journeys that lasted for many cycles and were uncontrolled. However, she knew that the master is influent and doesn't forgive mistakes, thus she was always returning on time.
Due to her speed and agility, Phyra was able to finish the tasks much faster than intended. She used to spend the rest of the time exploring what the city has to offer. During one of such embarks, she found herself in a company of strange illythiri who later appeared to be a secret Elistraen node. Phyra started spending her spare time with them, and it changed her life. Her mind was infected with more liberal views that conflicted with the rigid que'llar training. She has become an avid dancer, she explored drugs and other excitements of the city.
Addiction & Downfall
While her happiness grew, Phyra's performance was gradually decreasing. She became more careless, and her growing drug addiction was starting to become a problem. When she was caught doing the drugs she was meant to deliever, the master punished her. He splattered a flask of acid across Phyrah's face, forever damaging it. He forbid her to hide it, making an example out of her for other couriers. He was expecting her to continue working like a mechanism, but he didn't consider one thing.
Elistraen spirit seeped deeply into Phyrah's mind. Her next mission was the first and the last one she failed. She was quick to realize that her death was a matter of time, and she did the only thing she could — she forever fled the city, fled before the mission deadline. With tears in her eyes, she bade farewell to her Elistraen abbilen, knowing she will never meet them again.
Life's Bottom & its New Horizon
From this moment on, Phyrah's existance became a shallow one. She was traveling from slums to slums, struggling to make her living. It was only then that she realized that she is not fit for a street life, as her occasional adventures were not the same thing as living on the streets. Her drug addiction was only growing, and soon she was barely able to pay for her doze. In desperation, she started making the drugs herself. Her laboratory background came in handy. While not being an educated alchemist, her skills were enough to produce the most raw and basic ziran and laudanum.
And when her hunger was sated, she started selling the crumbs away.
A new addiction was born.
Her Current Goals
......... (☪) ...Establishing her own drug business.
......... (☪) ...Gaining influence at Sshamath and beyond.
......... (☪) ...Mastering Draa-Velve style.
......... (☪) ...Finding her old Elistraen abbilen.
......... (☪) ...Facing her old master after she gained enough power.