Tsorimir
Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 12:00 am
Tsorimir Cassalanter was born in Waterdeep the bastard son of a wealthy merchant and masked lord of that city, born to a skullport pleasure slave who escaped with him through a portal into sigil and was killed in the hive ward when he was only a child under circumstances Tsorimir no longer remembers.
In fact he has trained himself to "let go" of those types of memories and can scarcely remember anything that happened more than a tenday ago, his deepest memories only seeming to go back a year or two.
He doesn't remember when he really joined the Dustmen, but he believes he must have been a child. He estimates being between eighteen and twenty years old but doesn't feel the need to look at what records he possesses.
He is a bright-eyed young half-elf, and at times might seem too innocent to really be a Dustman, a bit dirty in worn clothes but somehow still very good looking, seeming to have so much going for him. Despite the reputation of the Dustmen as passionless he seems in no great hurry to reach a state of detachment, and what light there is in him is a bright one. He has good manners, and a decent education, for an orphan. He composes verse when he is alone, is trying to find the strongest, most seductive arguments to those looking to him for answers that seeking true death is the only true path.
He carries a flute, which he considers to be a living being, and speaks to it as though it were a beloved pet. He will tell you he is like the flute, that he needs to be carved out so that he can carry the music of true death.
N/E Half-Elf Rogue1/Bard9/Shadowdancer3
Silver hair and eyes like tourmalines, tall for a human let alone a half-elf. The sound of his voice is like honey to the ear.
In fact he has trained himself to "let go" of those types of memories and can scarcely remember anything that happened more than a tenday ago, his deepest memories only seeming to go back a year or two.
He doesn't remember when he really joined the Dustmen, but he believes he must have been a child. He estimates being between eighteen and twenty years old but doesn't feel the need to look at what records he possesses.
He is a bright-eyed young half-elf, and at times might seem too innocent to really be a Dustman, a bit dirty in worn clothes but somehow still very good looking, seeming to have so much going for him. Despite the reputation of the Dustmen as passionless he seems in no great hurry to reach a state of detachment, and what light there is in him is a bright one. He has good manners, and a decent education, for an orphan. He composes verse when he is alone, is trying to find the strongest, most seductive arguments to those looking to him for answers that seeking true death is the only true path.
He carries a flute, which he considers to be a living being, and speaks to it as though it were a beloved pet. He will tell you he is like the flute, that he needs to be carved out so that he can carry the music of true death.
N/E Half-Elf Rogue1/Bard9/Shadowdancer3
Silver hair and eyes like tourmalines, tall for a human let alone a half-elf. The sound of his voice is like honey to the ear.