July RPoTM Bio Entries

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Here are this months Bio entries for your enjoyment.

Read them through and PM me your vote by the end of the 6th of August (Zulu/UTC)

Enjoy!

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#1

Name: Aria Duvaine (current alias)
Race: Yuan-ti Pureblood
Homeland: Chult via Calimshan
Appearance: Aria is a comely young woman. She has raven hair, a dark complexion, and deep, alluring eyes.
Attributes: Attractive, Intelligent and very agile.

Background:

Aria spent her childhood in the jungles of Chult. She was only twelve years old when she was abducted by a wizard and his adventuring companions. She was taken prisoner and transported to an arcane academy in the port city of Calimport on the southern edge of Calimshan. She spent four long years there being studied and experimented on by the wizard and his scholarly peers. At first they were content to observe and study her. But soon they gained courage and began harvesting her for their studies. They regularly took vials of her blood and extracted her hair by the root. When she cried, they wordlessly gathered her tears without the slightest sympathy for her plight.

One fateful night, as she slept in her cage, she was awakened by a gentle scratching noise from the door to the laboratory. She sat up and clutched the bars, listening to the strange noise. After a few moments she heard the lock click and the door swung inward. The lock had been picked and a shadowy figure entered the room. Aria realized that a thief had stolen into the academy.

The rogue had been hired to steal a valuable gem from the academy by a rival wizard. His employer had showed him how to disarm the magical wards protecting the entrance to the academy and gain entrance to the laboratory. His larceny had brought him to the very room where Aria had been stored all those years, in search of the priceless jewel.

Aria whimpered softly and caught the dark figures attention. She cried and beckoned for the thief to come closer. He did so warily. Aria convinced the thief that she had been abducted by a dark wizard and was being held for ransom. She convinced him that, if he freed her, her family would pay handsomely for her return. At the promise of riches, the rogue produced a lock pick from a hidden slit on his bracer. It was the same one he had used to gain entry to the laboratory and with it he picked the lock, freeing Aria her from her prison.

Aria crawled out of the cage stiffly. She was still weeping as she embraced her savior. Not knowing what else to do, the thief wrapped his arms around her in return. She pulled away slightly to gaze into his eyes. As he looked back at her, he was momentarily lost in her dark, beautiful eyes. And so it was that he never noticed when she slowly drew the short blade he had hanging from his belt. Aria pulled back suddenly and swung the blade in a red arc that cut through the mans throat. He fell to the ground, clutching his neck as if to stem the tide of blood that pumped from the wound. Aria continued to stare into his eyes as he fell to the ground and bled out. She watched intently as the light went out of his eyes. It was much more satisfying than the occasional rat she had been able to capture and torture to death. Extremely so.

Sensing she did not have much time, she quickly looted the corpse. She was dressed in scraps of rags that the wizards had left here to keep her warm. She would not freeze in Calimshan, but her rags would draw unwanted attention. She moved quickly to where some stained robes were strewn in a pile. They were used by her tormentors whenever their work became messy and they did not wish to soil their valuable silk robes. She found a worn set of hooded robes that were less stained than the rest and threw it on. Then she quickly exited the way the thief had entered out in to the night.

But now where would she go? She couldn't go home. Even if she knew the way, they would never accept her back into the nest after being absent so long. And she could not stay in Calimport. The wizards would find the corpse and her empty cage in a few hours and the hunt would be on. While considering her next move, she remembered overhearing the wizards talking of a road that headed north across the desert and followed the Sword Coast all the way north to the frozen Spine of the World. Surely she could find a place to live free somewhere far from the filthy Calimites by following that road.

And so she did. She traveled the road and made a living with her good looks, quick wits and quick hands. Now she finds herself in the Sundren Valley, as far from Calimshan as the road would take her.

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#2

Name: Lazklesh
Race: Water Genasi
Deity: Auril

Description: Lazklesh stands around 6’3”. His muscular body covered in blue flesh. His white eyes like spheres of ice. A scar surrounds his right eye. It looks as if it is from a severe burn.

Personality: Lazklesh seems quiet, yet demanding. The champion of Auril, as he claims to be, is what makes him who he is. All that he does is for Auril, and her domain. He does not anger easily, but is quick to challenge one to a test of strength in arms. In his eyes the strongest deserves respect. He knows that for most, the frozen wastes are relentless and unforgiving. Having little to no trouble handling the cold himself, causes him to be a bit arrogant. He shows no fear, but has an extreme uneasiness around large flames, or beings known to create them. He sees such beings as a threat to himself, and to Auril, which in time must be dealt with. He rarely speaks more than a few words, save for when he speaks of his goddess.

The Beginning: Lazklesh was born in mid-winter, in a cave at the edge of Icewind Dale, and the Sea of Moving Ice. He was raised by a single genasi mother, as it had always been since his genasi blood line started. Her name was Ilzahesh. He was, however, the first male to be born in 10 generations. The mothers would mate with a traveler, and then disappear to this very same cave. When the child was born, the grandmother would swim off into the sea. Perhaps to find adventure, or to die. It was a tradition that would not be broken with Lazklesh.

The Sea of Moving Ice did not see many adventurers. Though Umberlee’s waves destroy many a ship, there are often survivors. Aurils glaciers however, leave none. Many a corpse have found their place in the frozen depths. Due to this, his mother raised him for 10 years before she found another mate. Once pregnant, she had to decide what to do with Lazklesh.
Lazklesh was almost 11, when Ilzahesh made her decision. She had grown attached, as any mother would, but she was raised to uphold the tradition. It was all she had known. She told him if he traveled south, he would eventually find settlements. She handed him a falchion that she had found on one of corpses beneath the moving ice. She spoke the last words she would ever speak to her son. “May Auril guide your path”

The Journey: Lazklesh began his journey south. Accepting his mothers decision, but not understanding it. She did not teach him the tradition, as he was a male. Thoughts rushed through his head, the further he get from home. Had he done something wrong? Was it a test? Did she not care for him? He would ask himself questions like these often, in the years to come.
He was young, and barely surviving. He had traveled quite a ways, when he came upon a camp one night. The men, surprised to see a half naked boy, with only a blade, walking through the frozen lands alone at night. Getting a good look was not easy at first, as he avoided the fire. One of the adventurers had heard Lazklesh’s approach, and slipped into the shadows. He came up behind him, a blade to his throat, and pushed him towards the fire. The light reflected off his blue skin. Two of the other adventurers drew their blades, one saying it was a demon. The last adventurer, was more experienced, and knowledgeable than his companions. He spoke in a commanding voice “Halt! He is no demon. He is a water-soul. We may have use for him.”
The men fed him, and began to train him. When the storms were to much for them, Lazklesh being unaffected by the cold, would gather their food. For a few years he had purpose, but those questions still haunted him. His abilities were progressing well, but his life was becoming too routine. He wanted something more. He began to spend more time away from those he called his companions. Often spending days in the frozen wastes alone, entering a deep meditation. His mothers words playing repeatedly through his mind. “May Auril guide your path”.


The Superiority of Ice: Lazklesh was 17 now. Many of his actions were hormone driven. He wanted to learn more of Auril, and would have his chance soon enough. The more experienced companion had a daughter of 18, her name was Elisabeth. They were heading to the hunters village, as they did every couple months or so. Laz always camped outside of the village. This yea was no different.


One night while meditating alone near his tent, Elisabeth approached. Laz opened his eyes, and saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She was tall and skinny. Her her blonde hair long a flowing. Her chest, well endowed, and her eyes green with long seductive eyelashes. Laz was bashful, as he had no experience speaking with females. Elisabeth did all the talking. She seemed to enjoy his lack of words, and that he would just listen to all she had to say. She told him how she had never seen one like him before. She spoke of her goddess Auril, and her teachings. She told him how when the stormy season ended, she would be heading to one of Auril’s temples to become a priestess. She would continue to visit him each night, and talk of random things. Each night when she would leave, the weight upon his chest would be heavier and heavier. He was growing attached. He was feeling love, something he had never really known.

Elisabeth had begun to start to feel the same way for Laz. One night, her father discovered she had snuck out. He gathered some of the other hunters and followed her footprints. They arrived, torches in hand, as Elisabeth, and Lazkleth were sharing their first kiss. Her father allowed his anger to overtake him. He began to shout, screaming “BURN THE DEMON!”. He thought their relationship was much more. He thought there was a chance that his daughter had conceived a child. He had no way of knowing that he had interrupted their first kiss. He swung his torch at Laz, hitting his right eyes, causing a sever burn. Several of the hunter surrounded him, and began to beat him. They left him there to die.

Laz lay there, for several days covered in snow. During which time, Elisabeth’s departure to the temple was expedited. Laz traveled to the town, and learned of this. He followed their tracks for about a week, before he came upon their camp. Elisabeth had already been dropped off at the temple however. While they slept, he snuck into their tents, and grabbed their armor and weapons. He threw them onto the fire, and watched them burn. He watched from a distance as the men awoke, cold and shivering, with no armor to keep them warm, and no weapons with which to get more wood, or defend themselves. One by one they dropped, taken by Aurils cold breath. Laz approached the camp, only Elisabeth’s father was still alive, but barely. He looked at Laz and spoke. “You still live… Yet, you will not have my daughter. She belongs to Auril now”. Laz squatted down, and stared into his eyes before speaking “Yes, I still live. As long as there is water, then ice shall be eternal“. He wrapped his cold blue hands around the hunters throat, so that his final breath could not escape. It would remain frozen in his lungs for Auril herself to take. He traveled to the temple, to see Elisabeth, but the priestess’ would not allow it. They sent him off, and told him “May Auril guide your path”

Sundren, and the Champion of Auril: Lazkleth became very detached, ridden with despair knowing he may never see her again. He swam out a ways until he came to a small floating chunk of ice. He sat upon it, thinking deeply on what he would do with the rest of his days. A passing ship spotted him, and had mistaken him for a strange foreigner who’s ship had sank. He climbed aboard this ship, that was headed for Port Avanthyre. When he arrived at the port, one of Umberlee’s clergy approached him, and said “Water-soul, it seems Umberlee smiles upon you this day”. Lazkleth replied “No… The ice shall always overtake the water… Auril guides my path”.