- ƦƖƑƬ, the surfacer who surfaced again -
Full name : unknown
Race : tiefling (demon blood)
Alignment : neutral / neutral chaotic
Deity : Ibrandul
Age : 28
Eyes : electric blue
Hair : often pony tails buns with sometimes a few thin braids, mocha brown of color with a mystical silvery strand at the front, getting more hippie wild later in the day/cycle.
Special visual features : her skin seems to burn rather quickly in the sun, though she is getting more tanned with every month of sunlight. She has a few darker spots on her skin just below her hairline.
Classes : ranger, assassin, cavestalker, wilderness stalker
Her standard tale (according to her) for surfacers - short version :
I remember I once lived on the surface, but when I was still a child, I was abducted together with some members of my gipsy family and taken to the world below the surface. I don’t remember all the details of the day of the attack and the kidnapping anymore, but I just know it was brutal, bloody and violent, and older people weren’t spared. I can’t remember much more and it almost feels like all those memories have been locked in a vault even I myself can’t access.
I can tell you that me and family of mine were shipped off to the oldest drow city in the south, Gualliderth, and where I was sold to one of the twenty-one ruling houses. My life wasn’t just reduced to that of a house slave, but I was also forced to pray to Lolth, the major deity there.
About the rest of my life as a slave in that city I can be rather short. My name was beaten out of me, and I was just called slave. As I grew older, my masters used me as they saw fit, and if I did not comply, I was punished, tortured and whatsoever. It didn’t matter if you were strong-willed or not down there. Eventually everyone’s spirit was broken.
My life changed a bit when my mistress Miz’ri, at the time a daughter of the House where I ‘served’, was murdered under mysterious circumstances. All of Miz’ri’s personal slaves were either killed or sold at a livestock market as something lower than animals. I was lucky for it was the latter in my case.
An agent of a drow family hailing from Sshamath bought me, and I was transported there in the days after. That was eight years ago. In the years after I saw my new owner only once, and that was on the day I arrived on his doorstep. I remember how he stood before me, fully cloaked and without sound, and how I sensed his gaze intensely on me as I stared at his feet. Immediately I knew he was a wizard of sorts, and when I briefly had looked up at him, I expected a punishment of sorts, for whatever reason he could make up. But nothing happened. Ten, maybe twenty minutes he stood there without a single word, before he turned around and disappeared soundlessly.
After that I was taken to the slave quarters and the very next day a sort of reform started. I was taught to obey orders without question, -the hard way-, and to put the master’s interests first. Each failure I was punished, both physically as well as mentally, but it never came near how my former mistress did such. As I gradually began to ‘behave’, I was also starting to get educated in several things that seemed uncommon for a slave, but being able to develop some physcial strength, and learning how to wield weapons, was not something I really resisted. It was actually a welcome change.
Mind you, for as long as I have been a slave, I’ve always have had a mind of my own, but I never seemed able to learn more about my master’s agenda cause I really never saw him a lot during those first years. Well, until one day he reappeared before me during a session in martial arts. After the training he simply had nodded to the slave master, and from that day I had to travel with him and wasn’t allowed to leave his side. The only exception was during meetings he had with his fellow wizards or with personal friends, or when he was seeing people in sinister places. The latter likely may have had something to do with his murdered brother.
As I served him better, I noticed I gained his trust, and I was sent on tasks further and further away from his door. One street away, then two streets, then an entire block. But I was still a slave, and if something wasn’t accurately performed, or when he was even just having a bad day, it was taken out on me. And I didn’t care whether this was to harden me further for whatever future purposes or design he had in mind with me.
So slowly I decided to create a plan for myself, a plan to escape this life. As you perhaps might have heard, the Underdark is an unforgiving maze of tunnels and caves, and the first thing I had to figure out was a way out of the city, and if possible one straight route for the surface. Since I had access to my master’s workchambers and whenever he asked me to fetch something or wait there, I peeked at his maps. Gradually I started creating my own maps, but sadly I was never able to explore too far away from the city.
That’s when I concluded I had to develop and evolve my survival skills if I ever wished to survive my journey. I just prayed that it would be enough, but a few more opportunities presented themselves, as if the gods themselves were involved in it. With my master being an arcane user, a necromancer for all I know, I also learned how to use a tiny bit of that magic myself. Everything I might have needed I gathered and learned for that special day to come. One time, my master surprised me even with suggesting he considered me as his personal bodyguard. With that eventually happening he himself taught me a few things I needed to know about those lurking in the caves. The fact that I had to join him a lot in his more personal rooms, simply was taking the rough with the smooth.
But I was very glad to pick up extra pieces of knowledge, because when I one day was sent on an assignment all by myself, I disappeared…
I walked around in the darkness for perhaps two tendays before I found an outpost closer to the surface in the Upperdark. From there, I managed to join a caravan as a guard, and eventually ended up in the mountains after I left them one night.
Seeing the upper world for the first time in perhaps more than twenty tears, proved more difficult than I could ever have anticipated. Keeping my face toward the sun was more difficult than stepping back in the shadows that fell behind me. Even the darkest of nights up here came nowhere near the dense and murky atmosphere with its omnipresent caliginous air down there. I am here now though, and I’m slowly adapting…
What I’ll be doing next, I don’t know yet. I’m sure my drow master will not leave it at that. I expect him to send some of his other minions after me, or contact some of his surface buddies. I think the best way for me to survive is to find people I can trust, and perhaps people who can use my skills and knowledge for a common purpose. My hatred versus Drow, Duergar, and Undead also may have its uses.
I only hope people didn’t hate a hybrid offspring of a fiend like myself too much around here…
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Backstory :
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What seem to be her goals :
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-Learn about the world that once has been her home, complete her encyclopedia, especially with knowledge that may aid (her) survival.
-Assist others with dealing with threats related to Underdark individuals.
-She would likely help out other slaves.
-She has taken interest on the interactions between people, levels of understanding etc.