Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Basic Information
Name: known by very few, Zayada Bayazed
Aliases: she goes everywhere by name of Penelope
Gender: Female
Race: tiefling
Age: 33
Occupation: pretends to be mercenary, a blade for hire.
Languages: common, Infernal and Abyssal, although she doesn't announce the knowledge of the last two
Accent: might pronounce “R” sound harder, possesses heavy sailors accent, which might point out her origins, both social and geographic. Or might not.

Physical Information
Height: of an average human.
Weight: about 120 lbs.
Body build: slender.
Skin: smooth, has a reddish tint as if being lightly burnt by the sun.
Hair: brown, cut to the shoulder length, always neatly brushed.
Scars: has several, most of them are covered under clothing.
Tattoos: no any.
Eyes: nearly as black as the abyss, when angered, might glow as if reflecting fire flames, but only for short.

Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Deity/Beliefs: Mask also known as Lord of the Shadows.
Personality:
Sarcastic: uses irony in order to mock others.

Additional Information
Gear: dark-red padded armor, fine made leather boots that softens her footsteps to nearly inaudible, also prefers to wear a hood, long to ground dark cloak. Special case her weapon sets, that are various, she treats them with much care and always addresses towards as “sisters”.
Jewellery: wears one ring on the indicating finger of her left hand, a skilfully made delicate silver circlet that is cut on the top by the unremarkable gem of greyish colours, also wears a necklace which is hidden under clothing.
Habits/hobbies: enjoys working on disarming traps. Deluding, deceiving the most entertaining for her as of late.
General Health: perfect health, although her right arm aches at the eve of weather change.

Flashback

The trade hub over the Golden Way. Zayada remembers how she was sneaking away from home and her permanently exasperated mother into the tangle of streets. Unbelievable, improbable, magic world! The counters everywhere containing hundreds of various goods. Unbelievable creatures, softest silks, tender scents of perfumes and tickling nose spices. The adventurers in exotic clothes.
Unfortunately mother did not share Zayada’s excitement of all those things; there was still some work to do around the hardware shop.
Gliding through the smaller streets of the city as a small fish through the coral reefs, one evening, she saw a figure all in grey dirty like looking dressing, walking along the building porch and then suddenly “poof” – disappearing! She stood by the corner saddened, then shook head and rubbed her eyes - there was still empty street. From that very day Zayada began to pay very close attention to that very district, discovering there were more than one of those “unnoticeable persons”.
So long ago, so transparent, it reminded more of a dream…

She was not the only intent. As a proverb says: “You peer into the darkness, and the darkness shall peer into you”. Zayada did not expect anything to happened, when she felt a swift blow and then blackness wrapped her mind. Where she was taken to or how long the journey lasted, she wasn’t aware, once regaining her consciousness, she was put into some sort of sleep.
Upon arrival, she was pulled out of the carriage by someone’s strong hands and carried on the shoulder like a sack.

Baldur’s Gate
Felt reviving to step the steady ground after weeks of sea journey, no matter how comfortable was her cabin. Local Docks offered not much choice of Inn to settle down; good there was an Inn at all. Dropping her belongings on the bed, she cautiously examined the room, pausing by the window and the door, bending over the locks, operating some tiny tools. Done with that, she carefully shut the door and went on a reconnaissance.

Flashback
One step backwards and block, then turn and attack. The master didn’t spare her; the combat was real as only real it could be. The blades crossed each other with sparks and that grinding noise, which would cast fear on anyone near. She felt that fear too, yes, she did, and that very fear threw her in a new attack, struggling for her life.
There was third person, an observer, if you wish? His one word, however, could have stopped it once and for all. To her win… or to her end.
She couldn’t help but cast a glance at an observer, which was fatal mistake. Before she could realize anything, her cheek bone was pressed against the cold floor of the training hall, and then an unspeakable pain in her right arm along with soft sound of something cracking? Blackness.
Another day she knew what was the cracking sound. She never said a word to the master, that didn’t mean she forgot.

Baldur’s Gate.. again
The journey turned out fortunate, she took over a new position and the feeling of power pleasantly tickled her ego. She, however, insisted to be kept concealed. She could never understand those weary for fame. But well, it is the own matter of each.
A brief walk through districts shown her little change, her prepaid room remained untouched, and so she headed to Friendly Arm Inn, a hub of whatever activity. There, she stumbled upon quiet a gathering, discussing a necromancer, openly recruiting right in front of the Inn gate, more over, dared to summon an undead. Shrugging her shoulders and dropping few ironic comments, she left the scene, knowing the development of the situation wouldn’t lead to anything she’d like to be part of. Her fad was information and manipulating, not the open confrontation, and so it will remain.

A person known by most as Penelope has been seen throughout the Baldur's Gates outskirts. She, as usual, doesn't seem to be at tense, however, she is at alert due to certain rumors regarding an organization, named Coven of Darkness.