Kerasu Greyhaze

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Basic Information
Name: Kerasu Amber-Jade Greyhaze
Aliases: Kera, Su, Amber, Jade, Grey
Gender: Female
Race: Strongheart Halfling
Age: 20
Profession: Scholar, Researcher
Languages: Common, Halfling, Archaic Halfling, Runic Translation
Accent: --

Physical Information
Height: 2' 7"
Weight: 28 pounds
Body build: Librarian Girl
Skin type: Soft, Smooth
Hair style: Pigtails
Scars: 2-inch Cut (back of left calf); 2-inch Jagged Cut (back of left knee)
Tattoos: Sad Fairy (Lower Back)
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Black [b]Eyes:[/b] Pale Blue [b]Skin:[/b] Pale [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Philosophy: Secret.
Deity/Beliefs: Oghma

Additional Information
Gear: Armor, Longsword (sized for humans), Diary, Satchel
Jewelry: --
Habits/Hobbies: Research, Writing, Reading, Dancing, Adventure
General Health: Fair; Average Resilience
Favorite Drink: --
Weaknesses: Acrophobia, Isolophobia, Enochlophobia
*Though she is a scholar, she is only of average intelligence; she has the cunning of halflings, but lacks the utter book-smarts that one might assume from looking at her.
*She is careful and tends to plan things out, but she has the habit of overlooking things and is relatively impulsive (a habit that increases the closer she is to her goal).
*She is clumsy and akin to a brick: resilient, but not very mobile.
*Though resilient and with a moderate threshold for pain, she is not very enduring; she can take a lot of pain, but her body cannot take a lot of damage.

Special Information
Magic
*Kerasu's magic is bardic in nature, but it is not happy dancing and singing. Her bard songs are always something of a dirge. Any spells she casts leaves a lingering sting or some manner of discomfort, no matter their effects. Cure Moderate Wounds would heal the damage, but leave the pain (but, of course, with the damage gone the pain would fade sooner than it would if she hadn't healed it).
*Haven Song, for example, is a depressing song that makes one want to avoid further harming the "halfling in mourning." It is, of course, magical in nature.
*Kerasu's Inspirations are more akin to helping in her menacing aura (despite her timid appearance), to make someone fight harder or perform what she wants them to do better rather than "suffer her wrath," or something horrible like that.
*Kerasu's Divine Might and Divine Shield are to be played more as Bard powers than Cleric powers, to continue with the idea of a Priest of Oghma (who is the god of bards and knowledge). Each ability has different effects.
*Divine Might - The halfling's grip tightens on her weapon, or her fists clench a little tighter. With what could be felt as an unholy aura, the edge of Kerasu's blade begins to glow with a faint red-gold light that stings with a sadistic, debilitating pain when she strikes, irresistible. The outline of her iris shows as the same color.
*Divine Shield - The halfling takes a low stance, her tiny body appearing with a silhouette of a red-gold color. It matches her every movement, but outlines only her body, not her equipment - a downside, perhaps, but showing the details of her form even beneath the armor she wears.

[*Mystical_Mana]

Entry One - "Arrival"

Dear Diary,

I arrived in the City of Doors by accident, but I didn't mean to. I was exploring some ruins when I unintentionally activated a portal that drew me in. Dangerous as it was - I'd not want to do that again - I came to no harm. I lost only a few coins, my journal for the ruins, and my spell book (though that is of little consequence, considering my amateurish skill and having only a few spells).

It's my second visit here, though my first foray was very brief and I was only there under the hospitality of a member of the Xaositects. Returned as I am, though, I've decided to start practicing swordplay instead of continuing my studies in magical spells. I will continue studying magic in general, though, and hope that the Lord of Glyphs keeps me protected until I can manage myself.

I've encountered odd beings left and right, and the novelty has worn away far quicker than the last time I was here. The number of people colored like fruit candies is mindnumbingly high, as well - yellow, red, blue, I've seen them all.

Surprisingly, I seem to be one of the stronger people to be found - and by stronger, I mean actual physical strength. It seems everyone is more powerful than me, with their magic or connections to people with powerful equipment. I'm seeing many cliques around, with the locals generally unwilling to speak to anyone outside of their clique, though a few newcomers have deigned to travel with me once or twice now.

My search for tomes and knowledge has eventually lead me to a man named Evangelos, who showed me the Hall of Records. A fascinating place, truly, and I suspect I will spend much time there.

This Evangelos man interests me a lot - he's really sweet and polite, though still very much male when it comes to teasing; he also fights in an odd way, with hand a foot, though it is less chaotic and spontaneous than a brawler. I hope to see him a lot - he's a lot of fun to be with.

Until next time, Diary,

Kerasu Amber-Jade Greyhaze.

[*Mystical_Mana]

Entry Two - "Solitude"

Dear Diary,

Finding someone to help me incorporate into the local cliques seems rather difficult, as I can't find anyone that offers any chance of letting me meet them. I'd barge into conversations and say hello, but I can't seem to muster up the courage - it seems as though every individual around here exudes some manner of aura that says, "Don't talk to me."

My time here has been rather lonely, and Evangelos is the only one that actually speaks to me. He has taken to calling me pet, and I'm to call him 'master,' but I don't mind. We'll see how long that lasts.

I've continued training myself against various enemies, though things are gradually becoming easier. I'm still slow in this armor, but I'm getting the hang of it. I suspect it'd be more enjoyable to train with others, rather than simply kill what it is that I fight, but my social ineptitude hinders me in that regard.

Actually, I just spoke with someone - or tried to - and I was correct in my assumption that no one is willing to converse with anyone outside of their clique. It appears I'll be alone in this realm until I manage to find some way home, which I pray will be soon.

Being alone, such as I am, can only be described as boring. At least on the prime world I knew my way around and was skilled enough to survive; here, I'm relying far more on magic I ask my Lord for or remember from old songs and my old spell book than I should, which is increasingly frustrating. I've managed to acquire only a single item of generous power - my sword - though I am not entirely adept at using it yet.

This realm irritates me greatly. The only conversation I've had with anyone is "do this, halfling," or a candy-colored orc calling me names, and some other oversized pixie telling me to "pike off."

The Hall of Records and the bath house being the only things of comfort for me around here, I'm going to have to start carving out my own niche to settle into. Perhaps I could manage to send a message to old allies and ask them to figure out a way to arrive in Sigil (or simply follow me through the portal). Perhaps then I'd have someone to talk to.

It's a depressing week.

Until next time, Diary,

Kerasu Amber-Jade Greyhaze.

[*Mystical_Mana]

Addendum One - "Entry Two"

P.S. Diary,

I was dragged into the Harmonium Keep today for interrogation with a bunch of others. I was waiting politely - even eagerly! - since it would mean someone would speak to me in something akin to a conversation.

They didn't. I was sent off without a word and no explanation as to why I was dragged away in the first place.

I find myself becoming saddened as time passes like this. It's a rather lonely existence, and only three people have bothered asking my name (one was to sell me stuff, another was so he could tell me to go away, and the first was Evangelos).

. . . I suddenly realize I could kill someone in public and people wouldn't notice me or bother asking me who did it. They'd go on a goose chase for someone else and I'd still be left without anyone to talk to. It'd be an interesting experiment.

Jerks.