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I am Ahkivasha. I'm a Tiefling.
Some might wonder what a Tiefling is? A Tiefling means some demon or devil or what not couldn't keep one of their horns in their pants... well... most of them don't wear pants so I guess that explains that.
When Devils and Demons aren't pushing you around and Humans aren't trying to run you out of town, it's not a horrible life. I try to look on the brighter side of things... I could have been born an ooze, right?
Alot of people, who were born like me, boast about all this power that their blood carries because their great grandfather was a Duke of the Damned or something. I'm not all too sure what my blood carries. Where I come from there's alot of cross breeding. Some do it for power, others for some other gain. I think they're all just perverts. I met one of my ancestors once. He was half-dragon and half-demon or something. He looked like someone chopped off a Dragon's head and stuck it on the body of something big and red. It wasn't a warm reunion when we met. It went something like...
"You're going to fight against these devils for us Tiefling!"
"What if I don't want to?"
"If you don't I'll eat you."
And there you have it! My life summed up in about three sentences. I call him grandpa, which makes him chase me around for awhile trying to devour me. Eventually he growls and gives up. I was scared the first time, but after months of that, it started to be kind of funny. I still have scars on my back where he whipped me though. I cried for awhile after the first time, eventually you just get mad and want to choke something. I think that's why he did it really. I'll be the first to say, whipping builds character!
Anyway, after grandpa, somebody was born, then somebody else, and here I am. I don't think I'm all that powerful. I can swing a sword over my head and make little fires here and there. That's about it. The fire is the best part. I love fire. I keep praying to Kossuth hoping he'll bless me with alot of fire, then I'll burn up a whole country or something. It'll be warm all year round, and everyone will dance in the fire and make praises to me... err... maybe Kossuth. Thanking -us- for making such a great place to be. Yeah, queen Ahkivasha!
Continuing on, I was running around somewhere hot and cold for awhile. I'm not sure where, then someone gets the bright idea I can probably help out more by fighting devils with the other "mortals". So I got a swift boot to my fanny and wound up in the face of some Devil trying to make some deal with a mortal. I killed the mortal like I was supposed to, except, the Devil wasn't very happy. He was going to just kill me, but thought he could better use me to fight the Demons. So I was told I have to kill other Tieflings to survive.
You know, now that I think about it, I got swapped back and forth alot. It must be harder for Devils and Demons to get to the mortal world or something, because they loved to send me on missions they were too busy to handle and threaten me with death and torment. For devils and demons hating each other so much, they sure do act alike. I guess I'd hate someone who was just like me too.
Anyway, eventually I got lost doing some sort of "Go get this special rock" thingy. They should give better directions. I wound up somewhere in the north... it was cold as sin! After shivering for a few weeks looking for some special rock, I had enough of that boring fiendish work and decided the next Demon or Devil to ask me to do anything I was just going to give them a piece of my mind... in the nicest way possible so as not to get devoured. At least, that's what I thought I'd do.
Eventually Grandpa caught up to me and asked me what in the abyss I was doing. I told him relaxing. He got mad, or at least I think he did. He roars when he's mad and when he's happy, but I didn't think he'd be happy I was relaxing, so I just assumed he was mad. He was about to beat me into oblivion when two devils popped out of nowhere. They distracted him long enough for me to make my escape! So I ran away for awhile... well, not literally running, but travelling down some trader's path.
After being shoo'd from cities and paladins trying to banish me for awhile, I wound up in Sundren. It seems like an alright place and people actually talk to me here. Hopefully grandpa won't pop in to say hello. I wonder what happened to him?
Some might wonder what a Tiefling is? A Tiefling means some demon or devil or what not couldn't keep one of their horns in their pants... well... most of them don't wear pants so I guess that explains that.
When Devils and Demons aren't pushing you around and Humans aren't trying to run you out of town, it's not a horrible life. I try to look on the brighter side of things... I could have been born an ooze, right?
Alot of people, who were born like me, boast about all this power that their blood carries because their great grandfather was a Duke of the Damned or something. I'm not all too sure what my blood carries. Where I come from there's alot of cross breeding. Some do it for power, others for some other gain. I think they're all just perverts. I met one of my ancestors once. He was half-dragon and half-demon or something. He looked like someone chopped off a Dragon's head and stuck it on the body of something big and red. It wasn't a warm reunion when we met. It went something like...
"You're going to fight against these devils for us Tiefling!"
"What if I don't want to?"
"If you don't I'll eat you."
And there you have it! My life summed up in about three sentences. I call him grandpa, which makes him chase me around for awhile trying to devour me. Eventually he growls and gives up. I was scared the first time, but after months of that, it started to be kind of funny. I still have scars on my back where he whipped me though. I cried for awhile after the first time, eventually you just get mad and want to choke something. I think that's why he did it really. I'll be the first to say, whipping builds character!
Anyway, after grandpa, somebody was born, then somebody else, and here I am. I don't think I'm all that powerful. I can swing a sword over my head and make little fires here and there. That's about it. The fire is the best part. I love fire. I keep praying to Kossuth hoping he'll bless me with alot of fire, then I'll burn up a whole country or something. It'll be warm all year round, and everyone will dance in the fire and make praises to me... err... maybe Kossuth. Thanking -us- for making such a great place to be. Yeah, queen Ahkivasha!
Continuing on, I was running around somewhere hot and cold for awhile. I'm not sure where, then someone gets the bright idea I can probably help out more by fighting devils with the other "mortals". So I got a swift boot to my fanny and wound up in the face of some Devil trying to make some deal with a mortal. I killed the mortal like I was supposed to, except, the Devil wasn't very happy. He was going to just kill me, but thought he could better use me to fight the Demons. So I was told I have to kill other Tieflings to survive.
You know, now that I think about it, I got swapped back and forth alot. It must be harder for Devils and Demons to get to the mortal world or something, because they loved to send me on missions they were too busy to handle and threaten me with death and torment. For devils and demons hating each other so much, they sure do act alike. I guess I'd hate someone who was just like me too.
Anyway, eventually I got lost doing some sort of "Go get this special rock" thingy. They should give better directions. I wound up somewhere in the north... it was cold as sin! After shivering for a few weeks looking for some special rock, I had enough of that boring fiendish work and decided the next Demon or Devil to ask me to do anything I was just going to give them a piece of my mind... in the nicest way possible so as not to get devoured. At least, that's what I thought I'd do.
Eventually Grandpa caught up to me and asked me what in the abyss I was doing. I told him relaxing. He got mad, or at least I think he did. He roars when he's mad and when he's happy, but I didn't think he'd be happy I was relaxing, so I just assumed he was mad. He was about to beat me into oblivion when two devils popped out of nowhere. They distracted him long enough for me to make my escape! So I ran away for awhile... well, not literally running, but travelling down some trader's path.
After being shoo'd from cities and paladins trying to banish me for awhile, I wound up in Sundren. It seems like an alright place and people actually talk to me here. Hopefully grandpa won't pop in to say hello. I wonder what happened to him?
