Sigil: City of Doors

Portrait


An exquisite beauty who seems to belong amongst the nobility. She is average in height, but slim yet curvy in form; her figure has all of its curves and nooks at the right places - nothing in excess, nothing lacking. The most striking features of this alluring being are her long tangerine red hair, a cute down bent pair of tiny horns, lemon yellow eyes (which hauntingly resemble those of a wolf) and deep purple eyebrows. She in general resembles a very human-like tiefling, but she isn't one - there is much, much more to her than one might expect (or believe) at first glance.

Her form is surrounded by faint purplish glow, a testament to her tremendous sorcerous powers. Her magic, however, is alien to most (if not all) wizards and sorcerers - she taps to the very source of power itself, unlike any other spellcaster, and commands it with the same ease as she breathes. But at times the powers backfire with inherently spectacular chaotic (and at times catastrophic) results...

She is usually full of mirth, the smile on her red, full lips almost never failing. However, she rarely interacts with strangers, except merchants, unless they make the first move by themselves to approach or address her.

Most of the time she dons an outfit which is adorned with gold and platinum, and around her neck she wears a choker which sports rogue stones, blue diamonds, and a variety of lesser gems; one can tell with a glance that she is definitely very rich.

Her voice is soft, gentle, pleasant and sensual; it commands attention with the beauty of it alone, if not words. Her manner of speech is rather unique and in many cases it seems somewhat cryptic. She seldom says anything in excess and each word uttered has meaning and purpose. It is impossible to pinpoint her speech pattern or word usage (or lack of usage) to any existing or past culture, place, time or species. At times she uses terms which have no equivalent in generic languages like Common.

Recently she has taken on a habit to have layers upon layers of wards upon her, enough to make the skin of even the most clueless berk to crawl due the magical emanations.

Basic Information
Name: Mir Fnar (which is a short form of fuller name, “Mir Fnar ioh Noumea'do Arolui'kalai yo Mir'habati lo Atar'ro Oruro'oa ioh Sefil'hokta Dene'maj Chao'rotto Lui'ki mor Ninj'kari ioh Sunn'eriki Hjyng'kari Krtsm'owa Hjirn'aro Bahurist io Jirnoh zoi Cerim'ts”, which in itself is shorthand for even longer one...)
Aliases: Mir, Mir-chan, 'Orns, Murkblood Weaver (for Githzerai), Rose, Omamori.
Gender: Female
Race: Seems superficially similar to a human/tiefling mix with both lower planes and upper planes mixed in.
Age: 18-20 (by appearance); in reality unknown.
Profession: Jill of All (and No) Trades - a dilettante vagabond.
Languages: Many. Her Common is clearly very “foreign” in origin (see 'Accent/pattern' below).
Accent/pattern: Impossible to pinpoint to any specific culture, plane, or time. It might well be unique to her and herself alone. At times she uses terms/words which have no direct equivalent in any known language (often requiring her to give a lengthy explanation).
Voice/accent: (the main vocalist, before choir joins).

Physical Information
Height: 5'6”
Weight: light.
Body build: Slim and curvy.
Skin type: Silken.
Hair style: See the picture, above.
Horns: A cute down-bent pair pointing forwards.
Coloring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Bright orange-red (“tangerine”/hot coal) with a fiery tinge. [b]Eyes:[/b] Bright lemon yellow, eerily haunting, akin to those of a wolf. [b]Eyebrows:[/b] Deep purple. [b]Skin:[/b] White, but not pale. [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Unaligned; she resides outside the alignment axis.
Philosophy: Smile, and be smiled upon. Cipher.
Deity/Beliefs: She acknowledges deities existence, but she doesn't believe-in/worship any of them. Their existence (except for one in particular) is completely irrelevant to her. For her, deities are nothing else but beings that have ascended/evolved (or some, devolved) a great length.
Personality: (examples)

[u]Open[/u] - [i]Fast friends with about anyone who stops for a chat.[/i] [u]Xaoist/patternless[/u] - [i]At times acts purely on impulse, at times sinks deep into ponderous thoughts. She may or may not react in any foreseeable way in any given situation.[/i] [u]Flippant/carefree[/u] - [i]Lacks seriousness (but see above). At times “scatterbrained”.[/i] [u]Flirt[/u] [i]...[/i] [u](Over)confident[/u] - [i]Chat up Graz'zt or have tea with a god? Happens.[/i] [u]Fearless/detached[/u] - [i]She fears absolutely nothing, be it a god or an undescribable horror that would make a denizen of the Far Realm panic. She knows/has seen how the multiverse ends in the unfathomable future; she faces it with detached calm for such an event is but part of an endless cycle for her to record.[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Varies, but always with a variety of jewelry and other ornaments.
Jewelry: A black choker, ornamented with a rogue stone, couple blue diamonds, star sapphires, and a variety of lesser gems. A golden necklace. Jewelry decorating the garments, and a few exquisitely ornate rings.
Habits/hobbies: Observer, wanderer, and tends to snoop into every place she's not familiar with. Collecting (unique) books. Collecting gemstones.
General Health: Perfect health. Heals from wounds without rest, much faster than humans.
Favorite Drink: Red wine (various), hot chocolate, and tea (flavored variants).
Weaknesses: Nothing directly obvious. Tends to avoid a few food types (especially meat).

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NOTES: (some are known facts, some not, and some pure speculation...)

• Mir is a de facto ageless eternal; she can be hurt and even killed, but she cannot cease to exist. If killed, she will eventually come back to life on her own (in less than a day). If her body is completely destroyed, she will generate a new one (more or less similar to old one) within a day to two weeks or so. (Mr_Otyugh adds: Rule 2.3)
• Technically a full Outsider (except that she cannot be banished or dismissed). (Mr_Otyugh adds: Unless outside of homeplane, just like every creature. Outsider or not.)
• Regenerates at clearly visible rate.
• Shapeshifts at will into a demon/devil/shadow/elemental and various animal forms. (Item based, but IC'ly a feature of her being).
• At home (Karasuthra) a library consisting of hundred(s) of different tomes.
• Owns a shop at Kara-Tur (Toril), Oerth, and Krynn.
• Owns two spelljammers, “Looming Shade” and “Alice” (of which Alice has met a destructive fate).
• High Priestess of Mystra (at some point in far past).
• A "puppetmaster" behind many, many things.
• Anyone in possession of Mnemur scrolls will sense them to react almost violently in Mir's presence; the scrolls being drawn/desiring her presence like that of a long lost lover found anew.
• ...list expanded as needed...

After who knows how many countries, worlds, and planes, a red-robed Sava'ii arrived to the very nexus of if all, the city of portals, or Sigil. Not even once had her haphazard travels, portals, and at some cases magis' (as she calls all non-divine spell casters, whether they wizards, warlocks, or about anything else that flings spells) spells having gone haywire, had flung her voluntarily at the destination - destination which usually was unknown beforehand. Fortunately, this time, she ended up in a place that wasn't outright unhealthy to her being - no lynch mobs waiting with pitchforks, no flaming elementals trying to torch her, no gaping maws of things best left undescribed, and no peculiar distortions in laws of physics making her uncomfortable.

There was something unusually soothing in the city's atmosphere right away, and for the first time ever did Mir feel like having arrived at home - a home she had never before seen or been at...

Nigh impossible proven possible

One day or the other, I met a rather strange "elf", Indorill or somesuch his name. After chit-chatting about things of no general purpose, except to gauge his personality a bit, he mentioned a wizard which had determined what was strange in his bloodlines... So, a few days later I remembered the said wizard, sans her name, and went to meet her...

The meeting answered my questions in part, and arose a few yet-to-be answered questions. Either the wizard made an error somewhere, which she denied of course, or my bloodlines are stupendously convoluted - Tanar'ri (succubus) and baatezu (undetermined which exactly) mixed with various immortal and other lineages... How that's possible, she couldn't tell, but so it seems to be regardless of that it should be nigh impossible.

The least to say, I left the wizard's residence with more questions in my head than what I originally had.

To Hells and Back

Abyss... a wasteland of war, the "much" I've seen of it. Strange things may happen to a traveller there. Maybe it's my blood responding, or something else, but something within me awoke upon landing my feet on the abyssal sand. Bloodmagic, someone said. Spontaneous sorcery, said another. Whatever it is, it feels oh-so very natural and is harnessed with relative ease, a mere thought.

Aside the awakening power, I found a little pet, or it found me - either way, it appears to have quite a fond of me and follows me literally everywhere, unless it sees something interesting and is distracted elsewhere for time being...

Peculiar Portals and Whatnot

Here I am, wandering in my thoughts through Lower Ward - I think it was that - when in middle of the street a portal flares into life. Not that I actually noticed it before I had already walked through it. The portals which I had come to know, led to other planes, but not this one.

Perplexed I lift my gaze, to realize that I am in a two-room house - apparently and old one, ransacked and forgotten. Age ravaged furniture, broken furniture, a dust covered double bed, and couple wardrobes, plus innumerous pieces of no more recognizeable items and whatnots all around.

• "Kinda cozy, if this wasn't in so bad a shape", I thought while rummaging through the piles of junk.

Not having found anything of any particular use or interest I left the house, emerging back in the middle of the street and continued to count my steps, soon forgetting which street it had been where the portal was.

Maybe I'll find it someday again... With a bit of work it'd become a cozy home.

Githyanki, Githzerai,... a mess when mixed.

The day was nice... I met a somewhat eccentric guy, tagged Vimil, talking with Mael in front of Khazeet's bar. Nothing particularly groundbreaking in the talks until someone - I forgot who, suppose it was Vimil - mentioned something odd being going on at Brux. To shed boredom, me and Mael decided to go check what the fuzz was all about. Vimil, of course, tagged along.

Sure enough, after reaching the eastern parts of Brux we encountered a puzzling sight - giths and some humans, all dead, haphazardly scattered around strange circles, with a huge book at one side of the collection of circles, a floating "gem" in middle of them.

Mael of course warned me about stepping into the circles. But did I listen? No - I went to examine the peculiar gem - a big mistake, as a moment later something shadowy grabbed my ankles and climbed up from ground, using me as a ladder. The next moments were a mix of panic as I tried to run away, the shadow attacked with something else in its tow. What happened a bit later, I don't know, as I got zapped by something that hurt like nothing else before and everything went black.

...I woke at the streets of Sigil, head swirling, with Mael fuming nearby while Vimil was shaking me back to my senses.

...Later the day, I went back to Brux with Vimil and Marx. The circles were gone, just a few traces left. The, whatever it had been, was on loose somewhere. Against - as usual - the common sense, we decided to try find where it had headed to.

...Eventually, after a long trek, we found a gigantic, shattered sword - exact replica of gith's silver sword, except for size. Somewhat further along the river, as the tracks continued past the sword, I found a fog covered valley...

...Gone thro the valley, we arrived at a very old temple, or school, of githzerai...

To put it short - we encountered the shadowy demon there, got rid of it, and met the guardian of the cloister. Thankful, I suppose, the guardian rewarded us... with knowledge, imparted directly without words into our minds. The procedure felt like a horse's kick into head, and I fell on my arse for a while until the headache of the mental impact subsided. Vimil, however, took it harder - though I got him more or less into his senses with a few firm slaps across his cheeks.

The good deed of the day done, we then promptly proceeded back to Sigil.

But that was not the end of the story... No... Not at all.

And she sings...

I burn, beneath the ice, the answers.
Were never revealed to the human mind
Sometimes the path feels just like a string
You balance, the gain to make you feel good.

I freeze, above a flame. I never expected me to fall between
I drifted, in the space between, colours fade to white
And I feel lonely dressed in black, thatÂ’s why.

In the middle of this storm again, fighting fire
Only fragments of the life I had remain
My enemy, my inner self, haunting me down
Brief touch of reality, IÂ’m losing my gravity.

IÂ’ve seen these clouds way too many times
Although the sky is bleeding
IÂ’ve seen these clouds way too many times
Still my eyes are dry

The transfer is complete
On to another place, another time
Your beautiful world is dead
Pitch black, with your burning flag in my hands
Is there anything left to save?
Except from revolting pride?
Is there anything left at all?
Is there anything left to long for?

Although the sky is bleeding
Still my eyes are dry...

Collecting memories
Like pictures out of a book
I canÂ’t reach it, itÂ’s out of my range
There is nothing that makes any sense
Existence, no sense, only denial

Resist, refuse, remove, replace
Memory overdrive

I thought I had it all under control
Despite the poison in my head
I thought I finally found my peace
Collecting memories.

A song I sang to Kelth's music some time ago...

I dance with the devils and dream with the demons; just be pretty but naive, anything you hear is what you believe; let the rhyme get stuck in your head, wish you had undressed me in yours.

Just be pretty but naive, anything you hear is what you believe, let the rhyme get stuck in your head, wish you had undressed me in your bed. And what they don't tell you in church is that the Saints are sinners too...

...and then some barmy decided to be a barmy - to mock it whereas everyone else liked it. Punched the idiot hard, heh. A wonder if he's yet grown all the lost teeth back. But ghhhh, that punch hurt my wrist and fist for a long time afterwards.

Hmm, think I've sang the same with Alric as musician - that time tho there was no barmies picking blood from their noses.

*smiles* ...love to sing in certain moods.

Observing Abyss... as witnessed by the Subject Zero.
Baatezu, Tanar'ri, Modrons, and me ...

What happened days and days ago, was that me, Fargul and someone else went for a typical "field trip" into Abyss. The trip was in general just that, typical, except for an event that didn't really seem anything odd to the others, but which aroused my suspicions that the baatezu were planning something actually efficient.

The baatezu enacted a transport operation, which however was probably just a test as we were able to easily counter them. Nothing unusual in a simple transport per se, it happens in blood war all the time, but this particular transport chain happened to target a place people have long thought as a safe haven aside the obvious portal cave. Of course no one else than me thought it unusual in the least *sigh*.

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Also, in the past before that - Hezrou and hellhounds, among other such and whatever else in the Abyss. Never before seen those myself so close to the portal to Sigil...

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Later... a typical trek to Abyss, nothing out of "ordinary". But a bit later the same day, a word carries that the baatezu are unusually giddy about something. Kelth and me decided to gather a group to check what the fuzz was all about - Mashanie tagged along too.

Now, that trip didn't go at all as expected - tanar'ri were dying literally like flies all around whereas the baatezu pressed on like never before. Barely got out there in one piece.

After catching our breath at the portal cave, we hear them baatezu, or tanar'ri, or both, crashing into the cave. The wisest choice was to retreat back to Sigil. But then, back there, them fiends come through the very portal! Their fun didn't last long tho, as her Serenity, the town host, flayed their arses back to the pits of Abyss.

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What afflicted the tanar'ri, apparently spread to others too - in Sigil! People getting sick in numbers, then dying within a course of very few hours...

Stir in Modrons into the soup, what is the result? A flat fact that I'm "Subject Zero", and among all the things required to cure the people of Sigil, my blood is needed. Suppose it's enough said that I became bit worried about my own well being at that point. (Was later a huge relief to hear that they needed only a little amount of it instead of bleeding me dry!) Camthalion could've explained that tho before about drawing his sword to make his point to me.

How to screw up big time..., Conrad-style

Conrad's been always a bit odd in my opinion, but I didn't quite except him to turn out to be an outright lunatic (whether by own volition or otherwise)!

I was having a chat with some of my friends at Khaz's when Conrad comes and bearhugs Mashanie, and a moment later releases an Implosion - right in middle of the crowd, while still hugging my friend. "Akadi loves you!", he shout... Gah, fanatics *grumbles*. And people wonder why I dislike most clerics?

The implosion killed Mashanie, but the rest of the crowd it just shook up for a moment. Someone had raised Mashanie back into books of the living before most of us got a word out of our mouths. Generic chaotic exchange of heated words ensued. I wonder why no hardheads were anywhere nearby at that moment...

Nonetheless, later the same day I got a hold of Cratten and told what had happened earlier. Not long after that Conrad was arrested and thrown into cage.

Further later, couple days or so, Conrad was declared "half-guilty" in court, for a major surprise to about everyone. Without Hildmor he'd probably gotten a full sentence, carried out to the extreme. Oh well *sigh*... he was then promptly flogged in public at the bazaar.

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Sometime later the said cleric packed his junk and wandered to Toril, to chase dragons - of which he's been talking about to no end for a long time.