L' ssin'urn Elghinn

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L' ssin'urn Elghinn "The beautiful death"

Race: Drow
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Glass: Bard/Blackguard
Age: 189
Weight: 87 lbs.
Height: 4'8 ft.
Deity: Vhaeraun

Stats:

Str: 10
Dex: 18
Con: 12
Int: 14
Wis: 10
Cha: 18

Appearance:

L' ssin'urn Elghinn is a beautiful man. Even in dark elven standards. His skin is dark ebony in colour, and flawless, with high cheek bones, large slightly slanted blood red eyes and a perfectly formed chin. This man is surely a sight to behold. His long, white hair is thick and he is constantly running his fingers trough it. During his travels he keeps it tied into a pony tale, but from time to time, when he lets his music wake alive, it is always flowing in the wind freely. His slender body is also perfectly formed, toned, slightly muscular but still very femine like. He wears flamboyant clothing, made of silk, velvet and other expensive fabrics where ever he goes. Rings, attached with diamons, rubies and sapphires, adorn his fingers. Golden, fairly large earrings on both of his slanted ears. Dark eyeliner circles his beautiful blood red eyes. Also his weaponry looks exceptional. Both of his rapiers, are crafted flawlessly. Illythiir runes are inscripted to the blades, and the hilts are of dark obsidian, with various gems giving them an elegant look. One might think a dark angel, from the heavens has stepped upon the ground if it was not of this cold, hateful look in his eyes. The man may joke, smile, laugh, but it is still always there.

Story:

L' ssin'urn Elghinn was born into slavery. Being one of the lowest of the commoners in his city in the down below. His mother and father, had been serving these ruthless nobles for centuries. They were old, and wretched, eager to let their servants fulfill whatever distasteful, and sick whims they came up with.

L' ssin'urn was a beautiful child that grew into even more beautiful young man. At the age of 120 he was one of the most handsome young drow males in the whole city. The sons of the nobles couldn't even hold a candle to him, when it came to beauty and grace. This upset L' ssin's masters. They had the boy beaten constantly. Degraded him. Sent him into whatever filthy errands they came up with. L' ssin did everything they asked of him. During the nights. The lady of the house, invited L' ssin into her chambers, and continued using the boy, to her own pleasure. This continued on for more than half a century.

L' ssin'urn was the age of 170 when he was sent to the far end of the cavern where their city was located. There was a small tunnel leading to an underground lake, that held some special mushrooms needed for the house Faern to make his potions. The yound drow crawled trought the tunnel. Worms, insects and such crawled on his body, biting him. Some of them poisonous inflicting severe pain and seizures to the drow as he continued on. Finally he reached the end of the tunnel, and dropped down to the ground. He glances about, and this cavern was fairly large too. In the middle of it was located the lake, his destination. The walls , were smooth, and of black stone, unfamiliar to L 'ssin'urn. There was a light reflecting from the lake, and from it's surroundings, faint green light that these special mushrooms sent to the cave surrounding them.

L' ssin'urn heard something, and he crouched down. The sounds resembled a melody. A melody of such sorrow, such pain and agony, that it frightened the drow. What could it be, that was singing such thiongs, in a place like this. Slowly he rose his head behind the stone, and looked down to the lake. He saw a lone man, sitting on a rock beside the lake. The man was playing a lute, and singing, but the words were unknown to him. He carefully proceed towards the man, quietly, trying to hide the fact that he was there. Suddenly the manturned his head, and his eyes were fixed on L' ssin'urn. The young drow froze. The look in those eyes. It sent shivers down his spine. It was a look of a madman. One whose reason had been severely shaken due to some horrible thing in his past, and now there was but chaos living inside of him. The bard studied L' ssin'un, carefully before he spoke. "You from the city?" The bard asked. " L' ssin'urn could just nod, he was still frozen to the spot, by the look of those eyes. " They should know better not send anymore of these assassins after me..." The bard continued, with a sly tone in his voice. L' ssin'urn gasped, and stuttered "I...a-a-a-m n-nn-no asss--sss-s-sasss-s-s-inss." The bard continued to study the boy, and finally asked "Then who are you...and what are you doing here?". "I am L' ssin'urn Elghinn, a servant of the House Nyar'lyatharn." Answered L' ssin'urn. The bard laughed, and eased up a bit.
"So the old wretch, sent a slave this time... I can say that crone doesn't lack any sense of irony these days." The bard snickered. L' ssin'urn was baffled at the change in the drows attitude. The bard motioned L' ssin'run to come closer. The you drow did as he was told.

19 years has passed from when L' ssin'urn met his teacher. Now alone he walks his path of solitude. Into the embrace of the Masked Lord he was guided, by his teacher. This is where his saga begins.