Farryn
Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 9:22 pm
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First Name: Farryn
Last Name: Unknown
Appearance:
Race: Moon Elf
Age: Approximately 145 years.
Height Taller than most elves.
Weight: Lightweight.
Eyes: Grey.
Hair: White.
+ Silvery-white hair and brooding eyes stand out amongst tanned skin and angular features. A few scars marr her otherwise comely elven appearance; a small nick on her upper left lip and a thin line along the opposite jaw. Her slender neck bares some kind of burn or wear mark, the edges of a dark, vine-like tattoo creeping out from beneath her colour. Though not visible, this extends and curls around her entire body. From said, on a rope of dark leather, hangs a single worn silver coin with what appears to be two faces etched onto it's surface by an amateur's hand.
+ Dressed in dark amors of treated leather and iron, those of judgemental minds often mistake her for a brigand at first. A number of belts run the surface of her garb, various pouches adorning her hips and waist; each filled with various potions and poisons alike. At Farryn's hip rests a dark-handled bastard sword, simple in it's design but pushing the boundaries of a sword and a half in length and size.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Moderate health. (Slightly malnourished, broken reverie)
Deity: Hoar.
Initial Alignment: Lawful Neutral.
Profession: Hand of Vengeance, former slave.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter/Avenger/Weapon Master.
Habits/Hobbies: Reading and drinking.
Languages: Common, Elven, Chessetan, Mulhorandi, Assassin's Cant.
Weapon of Choice: Bastard Sword.
Background: Farryn remembers little of her early life; family, friends and home are all a greyish haze, blotted out by a century spent in slavery. Originally she hailed from a small village of elves somewhere in or around The Great Dales, at least from what she had gathered. Captured in a raid along with many of her kin, the elves were sold to the Thayans of Eltabbar to be trained as slaves - coveted for their intelligence and longevity. Many of those with her willed themselves to death, as was possible for their kind. Farryn, on the other hand, was fiercely defiant. While such would normally have her killed, her new 'master' found some perverse joy in taming her. The most extreme of these methods was in the form of a powerful geas, tattooed into her flesh. With two control words he was able to switch on it's magical abilities on and off at will, resulting in searing pain.
With this hold on her, Farryn was groomed to be the wizard's own personal servant and bodyguard. What time wasn't spent being tormented by magic, in brutal training or serving drinks and cleaning up the messes of the wizard and his guests, Farryn spent partaking in the knowledge within the Thayan libraries and learning additional languages. In one of many books on Faerun religion, she came across the teachings of Hoar whose portfolio embraced revenge and poetic justice. A cause worth fighting for; purpose. Farryn continued to serve, living and enduring in quiet defiance as she waited and plotted for her vengeance and freedom, waiting for the opportunity to present itself. That opportunity became apparent in the late year of the Morningstar, 1350 DR, when given the task of accompanying the wizard's apprentice to Tyraturos. Farryn slew the man at the first opportunity and fled, vowing to one day return for her master's head should he not manage to track her down first.
Goals:
+ Slay her former master, and every red wizard until accomplished.
+ Drive the Red Wizards from their enclave in Baldur's Gate.
+ Bring justice to any and all who abuse their power.
+ Free any and all slaves, save for the weak-minded who choose to serve.
+ To eventually find traces of any family she may have had.
First Name: Farryn
Last Name: Unknown
Appearance:
Race: Moon Elf
Age: Approximately 145 years.
Height Taller than most elves.
Weight: Lightweight.
Eyes: Grey.
Hair: White.
+ Silvery-white hair and brooding eyes stand out amongst tanned skin and angular features. A few scars marr her otherwise comely elven appearance; a small nick on her upper left lip and a thin line along the opposite jaw. Her slender neck bares some kind of burn or wear mark, the edges of a dark, vine-like tattoo creeping out from beneath her colour. Though not visible, this extends and curls around her entire body. From said, on a rope of dark leather, hangs a single worn silver coin with what appears to be two faces etched onto it's surface by an amateur's hand.
+ Dressed in dark amors of treated leather and iron, those of judgemental minds often mistake her for a brigand at first. A number of belts run the surface of her garb, various pouches adorning her hips and waist; each filled with various potions and poisons alike. At Farryn's hip rests a dark-handled bastard sword, simple in it's design but pushing the boundaries of a sword and a half in length and size.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Moderate health. (Slightly malnourished, broken reverie)
Deity: Hoar.
Initial Alignment: Lawful Neutral.
Profession: Hand of Vengeance, former slave.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter/Avenger/Weapon Master.
Habits/Hobbies: Reading and drinking.
Languages: Common, Elven, Chessetan, Mulhorandi, Assassin's Cant.
Weapon of Choice: Bastard Sword.
Background: Farryn remembers little of her early life; family, friends and home are all a greyish haze, blotted out by a century spent in slavery. Originally she hailed from a small village of elves somewhere in or around The Great Dales, at least from what she had gathered. Captured in a raid along with many of her kin, the elves were sold to the Thayans of Eltabbar to be trained as slaves - coveted for their intelligence and longevity. Many of those with her willed themselves to death, as was possible for their kind. Farryn, on the other hand, was fiercely defiant. While such would normally have her killed, her new 'master' found some perverse joy in taming her. The most extreme of these methods was in the form of a powerful geas, tattooed into her flesh. With two control words he was able to switch on it's magical abilities on and off at will, resulting in searing pain.
With this hold on her, Farryn was groomed to be the wizard's own personal servant and bodyguard. What time wasn't spent being tormented by magic, in brutal training or serving drinks and cleaning up the messes of the wizard and his guests, Farryn spent partaking in the knowledge within the Thayan libraries and learning additional languages. In one of many books on Faerun religion, she came across the teachings of Hoar whose portfolio embraced revenge and poetic justice. A cause worth fighting for; purpose. Farryn continued to serve, living and enduring in quiet defiance as she waited and plotted for her vengeance and freedom, waiting for the opportunity to present itself. That opportunity became apparent in the late year of the Morningstar, 1350 DR, when given the task of accompanying the wizard's apprentice to Tyraturos. Farryn slew the man at the first opportunity and fled, vowing to one day return for her master's head should he not manage to track her down first.
Goals:
+ Slay her former master, and every red wizard until accomplished.
+ Drive the Red Wizards from their enclave in Baldur's Gate.
+ Bring justice to any and all who abuse their power.
+ Free any and all slaves, save for the weak-minded who choose to serve.
+ To eventually find traces of any family she may have had.