Bio: Kiyata Agrach Dyrr

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First Name: Kiyata
Last Name: Agrach Dyrr

Appearance: Tall, Muscled -ropey and lean, obsidian skin, White/Silver eyebrows and lashes and hair – often pulled back into a long pony-tail, Right eye is milky and white, damaged though still intact – emits no glow. Her left eye is blue and emits a dim glow even when in a neutral emotional state. A thick and long, brutal, scar crosses nearly the entirety of her face on the right side. The scar starts just above her hairline, severs her eyebrow, and crosses her right eye, through the cheek, stopping just above the lips. Her ears are long and pointed, sharply angled upwards. The left ear is missing several inches off the end. Her long extremities are dense and heavily muscled, though her form does not betray her Drow heritage. Though large and heavy for her kind she retains their lithe and sleek look, just on a larger scale.

Race: Drow
Age: 430
Height: 5'10/180cm
Weight: 140lbs/63kg
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White/Silver

Personality Profile: Aggressive. Dark sense of humour. Enjoys baiting and taunting others, especially jalukul. Obedient to superiors. Keeps her word (whenever possible), avoids telling lies.
General Health: Apex physical condition - Seriously compromised right eye
Deity: Lolth
Initial Alignment: Lawful Evil
Profession: Personal Bodyguard for Nafyrra Dyrr, Commander of Rhazzt's Dilema. Groomed for Command.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter/Bodyguard/Weapon Master
Habits/Hobbies: Far Ranging Training Excursions with her Brother Xeyn. Maintaining her equipment and weapons. Bossing around her inferiors.
Languages: Drow, Drowsign, Undercommon, Elven, Dwarven, Infernal
Weapon of Choice: A hefty Halberd

Background:

His neck is beautiful.
Lean and powerful muscles seem to jump off his skeleton as he exerts their strength. I want to bite it, I realize, to feel the heat of his sweaty skin against my lips, his salt on my tongue. I take a moment and look into his eyes, one at a time, the orbs flaring a hot crimson back at me. I cover his mouth with my hand as he attempts to speak. Quiet hush escapes my mouth and it takes great effort to keep my jaws closed afterwards. I can't keep from scraping my tongue against my own teeth, but I control my more feral desires. As I sit on top of him, my powerful legs hugging tight to his sides, I remind myself that I don't want just his beautiful neck. I want everything. I'll have everything that he is.
Time passes exquisitely slow as we both rock from side to side, in a gentle struggle. My legs are too strong for him, especially in this position. I take a long deep shuddering breath and enjoy the dominance. I have him where I want him, and he knows it. I take another look at his eyes, and lower my face to his as I do, enjoying the scent of his body. I am impressed that his eyes, still burning red and now emitting a low glow, are now calm, looking deep into my own eyes – unblinking. We stay there for what seems an eternity and the longer that eternity goes on the more my back shivers in pleasure. But there it is... His body starts to shake, almost convulse, and I know our time together is coming to an end. Still the trembles of his body excite me and I am shocked how my own body betrays me and pulls in closer to his, hungering for his heat.
After two final, powerful, spasms he goes limp, and the light in his eyes dims. My hand, still upon his mouth, can feel his soft lips relax and let go. I don't want it to end just yet. I am still tingling, and I want it to keep going.
I nudge him a few times with my legs and hips, but he does not move. I look into his eyes, and he does not look back. I take a single long, and deep breath, my arms and legs are still shaking and I think I might start to cry for the sensation. I stay there in this position for a while longer, but I know it is done and I must be leaving.
For just one more moment I remain. I look down at his warrior's body and I become slightly light headed.

I am no longer in that dark room with –him- and I feel very strange. Different. Lighter. I know this feeling, and I know these lights. I can hear the sound of laughter and shouting just on the other side of the curtain, so I must look. I reach out with my tiny, perfectly smooth, hands and pull the curtain back, just slighty. Enough for me to poke my button nose out and peer across the room at the dark skinned child striking a pose at his foe.
My brothers are supposed to be bathing but as always they have ended up in mock battle with each other. I know it is a mock battle now, though at the time I truly believed them both to be real soldiers. They are both older than I, by a few years at least, and at that time they were so much bigger than I was. I looked on at their naked bodies and thought how wonderful it would be to have such power! I laugh at my child-self - "cute". As always I am completely drawn to the younger of my older brothers, Xeyn. He stands at the ready, with one foot on the edge of the bath holding an elegant platter in front of him as though it were a shield. He glowers over the top of his armament, his vibrant white hair fluffing extremely to one side – soaked and matted to his cheek on the other. Our eldest brother laughs at him from within the bath, water up to his knees. He taunts Xeyn with a bar of soap, held high as though it were a grand sword. I can feel my cheeks getting hot, my ears perking up. I wait for the fight to progress in earnest! Then there are loud noises in the rooms beyond, and my brothers wisely scamper into the bath together and begin scrubbing away at each other. My ears drop, and my head spins as I realize I have turned and dove into my bath I can feel my hand begin to cramp as I scrub furiously with my own soap...

It is dark, and cold again. No longer intense I can still feel the warmth of him between my knees. My hand is cramping and it takes great effort to slowly open my fingers, finally releasing him. I look down at his face and I am sad for some reason. The emotion confuses me. I remain straddling him as I open and close my hands, a few of the knuckles on either side popping and clicking. My ears twitch at the sound, if the others outside, and in nearby rooms, hear anything they are not expecting I will be in great trouble. I look down at him again and I can't help but wet my lips at the sight of his throat. Though forever marred by the indentation of my powerful grip it still looks so much like my brother's. Hell they all look alike at this place. Warriors all of them. I don't like it though. None of these jalukul are worthy enough to even resemble those of my blood. I place my aching hand back over his strangled throat and I observe his now grotesque face, bloated and swollen. I slowly crush his throat bit by bit. Increasing the grip so slowly it pains me, and I enjoy it. I tell myself I am doing this just to make sure. But a part of me hopes it will cause him to awaken – so I can do it again. With a satisfaction that is greater than I expected his trachea collapses entirely. And I am disappointed.

I have much to do this night, I tell my pained hand. You do know pain yet. You will do much more tonight. I Climb off the cooling body of Soot’in Xorlarrin, and move toward the door, wearing only my boots, and belt – within which I had cunningly hidden a garrote. I will use the garrote, I tell myself... It was the leader of this pack of rats that I wanted to feel. The rest of them are less than worthless. Young jaluks allowing their hormones to get the best of them. I suppose I can't blame them. I am the only female they will get close to in a decade. I smirk to myself, this is easy. I tousle my hair and scratch my left breast to appear ravaged, then step out of the room, ready to continue my work.

Four more young warriors cool their bunks as I climb into my own. I have to get at least some rest. I wouldn't want to be late to class.

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Kiyata Agrach Dyrr is the fourth daughter of the house Dyrr, in Menzoberrenzan.

As a very young child she had always been smaller than most. She admired her brothers for how they would playfight, thinking them true warriors. As the fourth, and smallest, daughter she had almost always been ignored by her parents and turned to her siblings for that kind of relationship. Along with most of the rest of her childhood emotions and memories this admiration was contorted and twisted, by the influences of Drow society. One thing did remain a constant that was her kinship with her older brother Xeyn, the family's second son.
After her brothers had both been sent away, and her older sisters, to their appropriate schools she had been almost swept under the carpet. That is until early in her tenth year when she started to grow. She became noticed after a series of events. Kiyata had managed to assert dominance over some slaves, and even a guard or two, with raw aggression, and an impressive physical strength for her age, and this caught the attention of older members of the house. Without ever communicating directly to her parents she had been sent off to Arach Tinilith, to become a priestess of Lolth.

Yathrin was not to be her station, however. After less than a year at her new place of residence she had become bored with most everything but the martial aspect... And would often get carried away with that. She had become noticeably larger than most of the jalil in her year and she often put it to good use, garnering herself quite the host of enemies. Still the goings on of most of what happened next eludes Kiyata. She had been accused of multiple transgressions against students, instructors, and the school itself. This had caused quite some grief for Kiyata as she had always followed the rules, something that was not entirely usual for the rest of the students. The drama escalated and ultimately led to a brawl that required a priestess to paralyze Kiyata to stop her from crushing the skull of another student, beneath her naked heel.
The popular vote had been for Kiyata to be executed, or sacrificed to Lolth. After a few days of investigation, however, there was no definitive proof available that could condemn her, or determine her guilt in any capacity. So it was determined by the senior instructors that if Kiyata wanted so badly to met out her will via martial ability than she was to attend the melee magthere – she was to be tossed into a pit of snakes, so to speak.
It wasn't until years later that Kiyata began to understand this decision. For her it was nothing like a punishment, which the senior instructors (and indeed many of their students) thought it to be. This decision seemed to serve many functions. The act itself, of putting a female in an all male school, was a chaotic decision, stirring up the norm, something any Lolthite could appreciate. And if Kiyata were to succeed in this place, it would serve to further prove a jalil's superiority over her jaluk counterparts. If Kiyata were to fail, to be killed, during her stay at the magthere then those that called for her execution will have had that desire met, even if it would be unsatisfactory.
Shortly after joining the Magthere, nearly a year behind those her age, she quickly realized she was in this on her own. She knew her older brother Xeyn attended the school as well, and she often saw him around during non-scheduled hours and meal times. But always he was with his own group of allies and she knew there was no place in that circle for her. At first she was actually avoided by many of the melee students, almost respected. Until her first spars and they –had- to interact with her. She was brutal with them, not holding back at all. And just as before, she started to collect an impressive amount of enemies.
Her time at the Melee Magthere is a story of it's own. Needless to say...
She got through it all, and even managed to take the grand melee, once, after her brother had graduated. They made sure it wasn't possible for her to take it again.
It was thanks to her size and sheer aggression that she could stand alone and graduate. But she is also well aware of (at least some of) the times Xeyn would pick fights with those that were slowly becoming more and more bold, more dangerous to her. These enemies often going far enough to openly refer to her as mentally retarded, due to her silvery hair. During any melee Xeyn and his group were never too far away, but always far enough away that they couldn't engage her directly. During one of his final grand melee's he had even kicked his opponent's disarmed blade towards her, effectively arming her after she had thrown her axe at one of her three assailants. Behind the scenes; they always had each others back.
By the time she had graduated the Dyrr's third daughter, Kiyata's older sister, had managed to get herself killed. This left things in a bit of an awkward setting for Kiyata. She was now effectively the third daughter, which is a station of some value, yet she (herself) was merely a warrior. Certainly a proven warrior but no cleric or mage. So Kiyata was sent away from the city, essentially away from any potential social interactions. She was sent to the Dyrr outpost of Rhazzt's Dilemma.

She was not pleased with the arrangements, as she had been notified that she would be serving directly under the outpost's commander; Nafyrra Dyrr. Kiyata was to become a glorified pillar next to the commander's chair, as far as she was concerned... A mere bodyguard, as if the commander needed one. It wasn't until weeks later that Kiyata began to understand that she was being groomed for command herself. Nafyrra did take her liberties with Kiyata, certainly, but there was a sort of barrier. A line that the commander never crossed. Always things were turned into lessons by the commander, and it was not long before she had Kiyata talking for her in front of the regular guards and foot soldiers. Leadership talk and large scale commands were always taken care of by the commander but logistics and daily orders were tasked to Kiyata. In a short period of time she became quite good at it, and she started to enjoy it.

It wasn't until a small group of battered looking, mud covered, scouts and foot soldiers came back from a long range excursion that Kiyata truly began to consider her new lifestyle at least marginally enjoyable.
At the front of this weary troupe of soldiers was a familiar figure, over his shoulder was slung an unconscious comrade. Of course only Xeyn would bother to endanger himself to protect a comrade with an otherwise good chance of survival.

Kiyata stepped out from behind a corner in the stairwell and with a less than ceremonial thump on Xeyn's dented breastplate (with her left fist still holding her longsword in scabbard), Kiyata denied Xeyn and his field subordinate entrance to the Commander's hall. Xeyn handled it well though, of course, suppressing a smile (it seemed to her) he acknowledged their dishevelled appearance and acquiesced to Kiyata's demand that he and his comrade clean and dress appropriately before presenting themselves for debrief. In fact he seemed almost relieved.
It would seem both Kiyata and Xeyn might start to find something even a little worthwhile at this place. Beyond the ample opportunity to train and improve.

Goals: After Xeyn's disappearance during the brutal combat that took his friend's life, as well as a few other smaller groups disappearing, She had taken her own small party out searching for everyone. She had attained permission to do so. After finding the remnants of two missing parties she tasked her rescue party with orders to head back to the outpost with the injured soldiers.

The orders she had given her rescue party were to return with all haste to the outpost bringing every last solider, wounded or not, with them. She used the excuse of holding off the known presence of many displacer beasts in the network to send them back without her, stating they would only get in her way if they all remained. Once her soldiers had departed Kiyata went about the task of properly setting up the camp. Her intention, from the very beginning, had been to go out looking for Xeyn. She knew that even though his friend might have been killed in that bloody brawl, not too long ago, that Xeyn would have survived. Somehow. So she set up the camp just any other camp would be set. And then using rations and supplies she made a feast, ate a small portion of it... And waited for the beasts to come. And come they did. Rather than go out hunting, or ambush the displacer's, however, she intentionally fought them within her camp. After the fight was over she made sure to leave a few of the used bandages from others laying around as well as making a few other tactical tweaks to things. After she was certain the wrecked camp looked suited to the task of deceiving any of the Dyrr scouts into believing she had perished here she moved on. She even made sure to drag the upper half of a displacer behind her to mimick the effect of perhaps her own body being dragged away. Reluctantly she left her favoured halberd behind, knowing that this would be the most powerful way to suggest her meeting her end here. After a fair distance of travelling she left the upper half of the dead displacer beast... There was always someone, or something, in the underdark hungry and willing.

Now she's free to go off searching for Xeyn, on her own, without the worry of other responsibilities, or third parties getting in her way, such as the rest of her "family". Her goal was to find Xeyn. That was all.

She has now found Xeyn and her goal is to assist him with his own goals. As always her personal goals are to improve her influence and power, as well as achieving perfect union of her mind, body, and weapons to become the ultimate destructive force of martial skill.

Enemies: Anyone willing. Xeyns's enemies.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: From what has been gathered from lore involving various takes on the Drow it would seem that blue eyes and larger builds imply potential human genetic influences somewhere along their lineage. It wasn't uncommon for Drow nobility to keep particularly attractive slaves for "personal" use, regardless of race. Her being so grossly neglected as a child might hint at the parent's desire to keep her at arms length, as well being sent to Rhazzt's Dilemma. Certainly though, there is no denying Kiyata is Drow, and she is not Half-Drow.

It is still undecided how she got her brutal scar, that seems to have taken her left eye's use from her. But it definitely happened during the siblings stay at Rhazzt's Dilemma. So it's entirely possible to cook something up.

Kiyata dislikes sweet tastes, but will almost uncontrollably salivate from a sour taste.

She can become easily violent towards careless spellcasters if they cause too much collateral damage to allied forces/individuals regardless of the rank or station of those affected or those causing the damage.

Kiyata is quite maternal. When it comes to drow young she is fiercely protective. When it comes to her younger compatriots she is often harsher than she intends to be, as a means of forcing them to pay attention. During her command at the outpost she often put in place extra measures to protect the younger and inexperienced soldiers. In some cases she even forced the charge of a fresh recruit upon an older soldier of lower rank. She often gave the worst case scenarios to Xeyn, in hopes of hardening the younger, and appropriately challenging her brother.