Basic Information
Name: Nath'zyne Rilyn'val
Aliases: Nath, Fate
Gender: Female
Race: Drow
Age: Young Adult
Profession: Guide
Languages: Drow (native), Underdark Common, Common, Goblin, Dwarf, Elf, Abyssal
Accent: Sometimes she still carries a slight Drow accent
Physical Information
Height: Small (around 4'9'')
Weight: Normal (around 95 lbs.)
Body build: Lithe
Skin type: Smooth ebony
Hair style: She wears two little ponytails
Scars: She has a few not so visible bite marks from mandibles around her legs and forearms
Tattoos: She has no tattoos
Colouring:
Hair: White
Eyes: Violet
Skin: Ebony
Mental Information
Alignment: True Neutral
Philosophy:
She beliefs that no mortals can comprehend truly the structure of multiverse, neither any known Power. The experimental knowledge is limited by one's own senses, and sometimes the sensory experiments are just picture a distortion of the multiverse. But a seek of knowledge is not aimless. To gather experiment and keep on learning is like to train one's body, keeping the mind fit.
She also approaches a pacific solutions, but have no feel of guilt if she can't resolve it peacefully and have to use her blades.
Deity/Belief:
She is highly suspicious of the Powers, as she sees them as a higher entities then a mortal, but still limited with the true understanding of the multiverse. Also she feels that the Powers are often see the mortals as they little toys and the planes as playgrounds. She does believe however that there mus be something beyond the Powers, an universal law perhaps, or the multiverse itself as whole and one. I something is worthy for awe it is this whole.
Personality:
Passionate - To act according to your instincts will leave your emotional changes to bleed into the surface.
Philosophical - Sometimes you have to stop to wonder on the multiverse and have to see it in a different angle.
Cheerful - To smile is a way to change the surrounding and through this you change yourself as well.
Empathic - To seek the understanding of the others motives you became richer.
Additional Information
Gear: She carries a little, a few magical bags.
Jewelry: She wears Drow jewelry of silver and copper mostly - a few rings and some bracelets.
Habbits/hobbies: Reading, collecting books, debating about philosophical subjects, travelling
General Health: She is healthy but often catch minor illnesses.
Favorite Drink: Tea, Razorvine wine
Weaknesses: She does not fully understand the surfacer's way, though she adapts very quickly.
Nath'zyne Rilyn'val
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*karasu79
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Learning to smile, part one
"Why are you so gloomy my child?"
I looked up to the source of the voice. It was that dwarf woman slave, the main cook of the House of Silken Weaver.
"Do not talk to me like this, slave!" I replied with a harsh voice, trying to hide my tears.
"Let me see your wounds child." She smiled.
I've been beaten. Badly. And this woman knew that. Her tone was kind and spoke the Underdark common perfectly. We called her Meat Ball. But she just always smiled to us. She ignored even the most sophisticated taunting we could invent, and we were good at it. I thought that she lost her mind.
Meat Ball was an old Dwarf woman with wrinkles all over her face. She was taller then me, but I was young, almost a child. She was captured decades ago by some raiding group, and the House of Silken Weaver bought her in Jenn'Yxir, the centre of slave trade in Udrek'Thoz. I never found out where she came from originally. Shame on me.
As I child I was already charged as the assistant supervisor of the slaves in the kitchen. It was a honour for a commoner like me, so I took it very seriously. Meat Ball was the main chef in the kitchen and one of the most valuable slaves in the household. She was a good cook, but more importantly she had an knack for locating poisons and she himself had an iron stomach. My mentor let me known I have to treat her well... so I restrained myself to punish her for her rude behaviour.
"I will survive." I said and tried to straighten up - but my ribs were painful - so I've fallen back to the corner of the storeroom. I should have voice my pain as she without a hesitation removed my blood stained shirt, took a clean wet kitchen cloth to clean my open wounds.
"The other kids... right?" She glanced at my scared eyes and I just nod. I couldn't resist weep. I only stopped when she finished bandaging me. Then she made an improvised bed at the storeroom behind a crater of mushrooms.
"Take a rest here my child." I should look scared as she added soon. "I won't tell anyone." I was too weak to say anything. I just crawled into the bed and fell asleep.
"Why are you so gloomy my child?"
I looked up to the source of the voice. It was that dwarf woman slave, the main cook of the House of Silken Weaver.
"Do not talk to me like this, slave!" I replied with a harsh voice, trying to hide my tears.
"Let me see your wounds child." She smiled.
I've been beaten. Badly. And this woman knew that. Her tone was kind and spoke the Underdark common perfectly. We called her Meat Ball. But she just always smiled to us. She ignored even the most sophisticated taunting we could invent, and we were good at it. I thought that she lost her mind.
Meat Ball was an old Dwarf woman with wrinkles all over her face. She was taller then me, but I was young, almost a child. She was captured decades ago by some raiding group, and the House of Silken Weaver bought her in Jenn'Yxir, the centre of slave trade in Udrek'Thoz. I never found out where she came from originally. Shame on me.
As I child I was already charged as the assistant supervisor of the slaves in the kitchen. It was a honour for a commoner like me, so I took it very seriously. Meat Ball was the main chef in the kitchen and one of the most valuable slaves in the household. She was a good cook, but more importantly she had an knack for locating poisons and she himself had an iron stomach. My mentor let me known I have to treat her well... so I restrained myself to punish her for her rude behaviour.
"I will survive." I said and tried to straighten up - but my ribs were painful - so I've fallen back to the corner of the storeroom. I should have voice my pain as she without a hesitation removed my blood stained shirt, took a clean wet kitchen cloth to clean my open wounds.
"The other kids... right?" She glanced at my scared eyes and I just nod. I couldn't resist weep. I only stopped when she finished bandaging me. Then she made an improvised bed at the storeroom behind a crater of mushrooms.
"Take a rest here my child." I should look scared as she added soon. "I won't tell anyone." I was too weak to say anything. I just crawled into the bed and fell asleep.
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*karasu79
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A Chipher's Journal
The process of writing a journal is to put one's past into the right place. My quill leaves small well-shaped marks in the empty parchment, the angular and rounded characters of my kind's alphabet. With these lines I explore the connection between my present self and past self, and according some belief I am able to understand why I have chosen the path I took in certain events. Some of my brothers and sisters in the Faction frowns with a smile on my task. I can read their thoughts. They think the write anything is an aimless act, just steal your time to harmonize your body with your mind. But I think differently.
The writing itself an act, and it does require a coordination between mind and body, if it is a limited act. I think of a subject, imagine a picture with the word in my native language or the language I wrote. And then I put the written sign down to this paper. This process is quick, and with a trained mind it is almost instant. One even forget how arbitrary the choice of the naming and then the written sign. One subject has many names as there are many languages, and often there is no reasonable link why one pronounce in that certain way. And with the written scrips we reach another arbitrary choice. What is the real link between these words and the multiverse?
According to my belief the link is nothing else that the mind of the writer, and then the mind of the reader. And because of this attribute to understand our multiverse via the written language and to describe it with these is an exploration of the mind as much as the exploration of the outside. Hereby I explore myself.
The process of writing a journal is to put one's past into the right place. My quill leaves small well-shaped marks in the empty parchment, the angular and rounded characters of my kind's alphabet. With these lines I explore the connection between my present self and past self, and according some belief I am able to understand why I have chosen the path I took in certain events. Some of my brothers and sisters in the Faction frowns with a smile on my task. I can read their thoughts. They think the write anything is an aimless act, just steal your time to harmonize your body with your mind. But I think differently.
The writing itself an act, and it does require a coordination between mind and body, if it is a limited act. I think of a subject, imagine a picture with the word in my native language or the language I wrote. And then I put the written sign down to this paper. This process is quick, and with a trained mind it is almost instant. One even forget how arbitrary the choice of the naming and then the written sign. One subject has many names as there are many languages, and often there is no reasonable link why one pronounce in that certain way. And with the written scrips we reach another arbitrary choice. What is the real link between these words and the multiverse?
According to my belief the link is nothing else that the mind of the writer, and then the mind of the reader. And because of this attribute to understand our multiverse via the written language and to describe it with these is an exploration of the mind as much as the exploration of the outside. Hereby I explore myself.
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*karasu79
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Fragments of Past: The House of Silken Weaver (Rilyn'val)
Though I accepted Meat Ball's help I hated her so much! I had to depend on her help, and that day was only the first time. I was a commoner in my House. But the House of Silken Weaver was only a small House in Naritaran, one of the segment of the Undrek'Thoz. We had only two priestess, and a heir of my age. Though we also had some skilled bards which gave us status as Naritaran is embracing the tradition of tale spinning, diplomacy, and fine political intrigue. According to the Naritarans it was them who leaded the small villages and communities into an alliance that later became Undrek'Thoz, the segmented city. So the House of Silken Weaver were not strong, but had a stable status with some important post in the city's council. But they did not enough person to train us children separately. So I learnt together with the noble blood. It was a horror.
I was beaten up if they failed in their training, but the same happened if they were celebrating their success. I was always there for them with other low classed Drow children. Of course I could not defend myself without drawing an anger of my teachers. I think they feared that they will be punished if something will happen one of the few noble heirs we had. I think if Meat Ball would not helped me out there I would be dead in one of our games.
I was one of the many child of my mother's who worked as a maid, and was addicted to has as many children as she can get. The reason was simple, the Drow treat well those women who are productive, usually get better food, clothes, and even own servants at times. Though they might also draw too much attention. My mother died when I was still young. One of the other commoner poisoned her. She was envy of her status. I never cried for my mother. That was they way of things.
Though I accepted Meat Ball's help I hated her so much! I had to depend on her help, and that day was only the first time. I was a commoner in my House. But the House of Silken Weaver was only a small House in Naritaran, one of the segment of the Undrek'Thoz. We had only two priestess, and a heir of my age. Though we also had some skilled bards which gave us status as Naritaran is embracing the tradition of tale spinning, diplomacy, and fine political intrigue. According to the Naritarans it was them who leaded the small villages and communities into an alliance that later became Undrek'Thoz, the segmented city. So the House of Silken Weaver were not strong, but had a stable status with some important post in the city's council. But they did not enough person to train us children separately. So I learnt together with the noble blood. It was a horror.
I was beaten up if they failed in their training, but the same happened if they were celebrating their success. I was always there for them with other low classed Drow children. Of course I could not defend myself without drawing an anger of my teachers. I think they feared that they will be punished if something will happen one of the few noble heirs we had. I think if Meat Ball would not helped me out there I would be dead in one of our games.
I was one of the many child of my mother's who worked as a maid, and was addicted to has as many children as she can get. The reason was simple, the Drow treat well those women who are productive, usually get better food, clothes, and even own servants at times. Though they might also draw too much attention. My mother died when I was still young. One of the other commoner poisoned her. She was envy of her status. I never cried for my mother. That was they way of things.
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*karasu79
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Caged in the City of Doors
There is so many events happened since I entered into the portal that lead me here into this ring city, Sigil. As I try to scribe my past, eventually I will pass some words on these events, but I have to work on my emotions to calm them down, to understand them.
I am trapped by my own feelings. Confused deeply. I do not understand what is going on inside of me, as I do not have any relation, or map to guide me through this. My norms are different, and if I would like to use what I brought with me from where I came, I would like to run away, kill the object of my desire or just claim it. But I am not keen to follow what I've learnt, neither I am sure anymore if I could do it. I am after all is a product of two different worlds at least.
But I should talk clearly. There is a male. He is healthy, young, and attractive. I met with him a few weeks ago and I must admit I did enjoyed him around. He is not my first mate in Sigil, but I fear he is the one that... well... I think the surfacers would call it love. I hate that word. I learnt it is something we are not talking about, something that only the wicked Drow would feel, and it is sure way to downfall. I tend to agree on the last. I do feel I am falling apart. I started to built a new life, and sucked in the customs, slang of this strange new world... but I think I was unprepared for something like this. I can't even say to him that I fear I love him... it does sound stupid... how can one admit such a weakness?
I do not know what to do... I think I lost him. I just feel so... and I know I should let him to leave. I might did something what made him angry... or just one can't live between two worlds so different. I do not understand him, and neither do me... but Nine Hells, I do not understand myself anymore. But I need to confront him. I need to know what is happening with me, and what is happening with him... I need to know to step forward.
There is so many events happened since I entered into the portal that lead me here into this ring city, Sigil. As I try to scribe my past, eventually I will pass some words on these events, but I have to work on my emotions to calm them down, to understand them.
I am trapped by my own feelings. Confused deeply. I do not understand what is going on inside of me, as I do not have any relation, or map to guide me through this. My norms are different, and if I would like to use what I brought with me from where I came, I would like to run away, kill the object of my desire or just claim it. But I am not keen to follow what I've learnt, neither I am sure anymore if I could do it. I am after all is a product of two different worlds at least.
But I should talk clearly. There is a male. He is healthy, young, and attractive. I met with him a few weeks ago and I must admit I did enjoyed him around. He is not my first mate in Sigil, but I fear he is the one that... well... I think the surfacers would call it love. I hate that word. I learnt it is something we are not talking about, something that only the wicked Drow would feel, and it is sure way to downfall. I tend to agree on the last. I do feel I am falling apart. I started to built a new life, and sucked in the customs, slang of this strange new world... but I think I was unprepared for something like this. I can't even say to him that I fear I love him... it does sound stupid... how can one admit such a weakness?
I do not know what to do... I think I lost him. I just feel so... and I know I should let him to leave. I might did something what made him angry... or just one can't live between two worlds so different. I do not understand him, and neither do me... but Nine Hells, I do not understand myself anymore. But I need to confront him. I need to know what is happening with me, and what is happening with him... I need to know to step forward.