Mashanie Fearshald

[*hunvagy]

Basic Information
Name: Mashanie Fearshald
Aliases: Mash
Gender: Male
Race: Tiefling
Age: 20
Profession: Freelancing Entrepeneur
Languages: Elven, Terran, Infernal, Cant, Common
Accent: None

Physical Information
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 70 kg
Body build: Skinny, acrobatic
Skin type: Rough
Hair style: Long and combed
Scars: None
Tattoos: None
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Black with white streams [b]Eyes:[/b] Light Red [b]Skin:[/b] Pale [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Philosophy: Coins and riches make the world go around. You got the jink, you got everything.
Deity/Beliefs: Tymora
Personality:

(examples) [u]Greedy[/u] [i]Gold is his lifeblood[/i] [u]Opportunistic[/u] [i]Not afraid to use any means necessary to reach his goals.[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Studded Leather or Green/Grey clothes, always dons a rapier.
Habits/hobbies: drinking, telling stories
General Health: perfectly healthy
Favorite Drink: ale
Weaknesses: None

Now that I think back on it, life was never easy.
Growing up to be the target of every sick joke the other kids and their parents can muster, enduring all the beatings. being called the fatherless bastard, then the horned bastard. It really never got old to them, they seemed to enjoy my torment, and finding a new insult every bloody week.
The man (?) who sired me? No, I don't know who or what he was. I don't know where he came from, or where he is now. If I knew, maybe I would go and look for him. Just to punch him in the face for good measures sake.
My what? Mother? Oh the wench that brought me into living in that back alley, in that smelly old hut? She's dead. And good riddance. How you ask? Well let me tell you, she was a wench. That's right, she sold herself for money. Maybe that is how I came to be. Don't know, don't care. But she raised me, you say? Yeah, right. Until the age of 4 she did. Or maybe she didn't, not much is coming back from those days. Except for the day she died. Must've taken the wrong man into her bed that day. The thick smell of blood all over the place. The foul odored used sheets soaked in red. The glassy, open eyes. Her entrails hanging down to the foot of her bed like some big slimy snake. Yeah, this I remember well.
How I survived you ask? Well, what do you care anyway. But okay, why not tell you, what happens to orphans around our parts. Rocks, beatings, sticks, you name it. But I was faster. I found I could see in the dark as perfectly as in broad daylight. And one time, yeah one time some joker set my clothes on fire. And it didn't even hurt. That was the day I began to suspect that their torturing words might have some truth in it.
So yeah I was caught. I went to the organization, and had to choose. Dagger or work. As I'm here, I worked.
Worked night and day, as hard as I could. I got better. I was pretty good. Except for those bloody spellweavers. But hely, I knew the concept of vengeance by then. So when they didn't look, or were deep in their world and reading their tomes, thats when I came. I don't usually do it, you're not supposed to do it, but even the most docile dog can bite. So I bit. And figure, the blood was the same red as my whore-mothers.
So now I'm here. This place is new, it welcomed me with open arms. And I'm staying. True, I couldn't get back even if I wanted, but who cares. Nobody cares what I AM here, the only thing that matters is what I PAY. So yeah, as long as I can get the jink, I might as well stay here.
Oh and berk, I see you are getting slower on the uptake. Must be the sleeping potion doing its work, eh? Well, let's see what you got...

[*hunvagy]

Dunno how long I've been here, so let's jus say this is Day 1. In more then one way.

Been roaming the streets for days now, doing petty tasks for petty people. Jink kept coming my way, but not at an extent I'd have liked. Then fate broung me to the open tavern in the Bazaar. I met another Tiefer there, one that is like minded. We talked about a lot of things, most of them should just stay in my brain-box and not on parchment, but it was enjoyable.
And she's way superior to me skillwise. That's something I haven't felt in a long time, made me rethink my priorities, and spurned something I thought I have lost long ago. The need to prove myself.
She showed me the ropes of the Cage, and made an offer I hope one day I'll be able to take on. After we talked, I darted into the depths of the tunnels of Under Sigil, like some madman, and began my rigorous training.

Note to self: Got what she wanted, next time we meet, I have to make the exchange.

[*hunvagy]

Day 2

Some ruckus at Khazeet's place today. Was minding my own business, drinking and telling a tale to a Tiefer called Mir, when this deadbeat human started dissing us halfbloods. So insults kept flying over the place, until he did something really stupid. Hildmor came in, and the barmy spilled wine over him. TWICE. Hildmor used magic, the barmy went blind, tumbling all over the place. So I kicked his feet for good measure, and watched him fall. Fun times.

Later I had some religious talk with a man named Conrad. He said he is a Paladin and Cleric of Pelor. Goddnes gracious, is that a combination of what. Though I'm a little in doubt, for a man of the guiding light, he kept talkin an awfully lot about killing and maiming.

Ran into a Tiefer called Necroth, had some serious talk, about the factions and organisations of Sigil. Was fun, might have to think about it some more.

Ventured deeper into the depths of Under Sigil today. I met up with some giant grubs, and as I found out it is best not get hit by them. Hurts like the Nine Hells and you can't move after it. Anyway, chopped up two of them, and had to retreat.

Jink is flowing in pretty well, there are a lot of shinies needed to be liberated from the depths. Met a few adventurers, most of them died before I could even talk to them.

[*hunvagy]

Day 3

Bought me a new blade today, slices goblins like no other. Good choice from my side, was worth the price. Went to the Orc ward again. That stupid blacksmith always hides some good stuff. Too bad he saw me, now he's a dead blacksmith, and the orcs will have to find a replacement for him. Maybe it's a good thing, those weapons looked too well made for those stupid creatures.

Visited Mniitvak (or whatever his bloody name is) for some herbs today. Then I went and played with the Mindless humans tolling around the ward. Was fun for a while, but I got bored not long after.

On the way back I ran into some half-pints. One of 'em was a dead body already, and then other one kept running around him like he'd jump back to life just from that. Asked me if I have some way of helping. Told 'er to drag him back upstairs, and sold her some herbs for good measure. Easiest 50 jink I ever made.

Next to the whistling statue I ran into another half-pint (what, some door to Sigil opened in their home?). Was looking for Mniitvak. Took 20 Jink and told her where to go. Maybe the Mindflayer needs a new doll.

[*hunvagy]

No use in adding days anymore, it's been some time since I had the opportunity to gather my thoughts. It's been a wild ride of blood, booze and the silent hissing of my rapier.

Though it is suprising what one can find if he is inclined to look hard enough. One of these days, dunno which one, I just stumbled upon the knowledge I was looking for. I always thought it would take me years and hard work to find what I sought, and it kinda just fell into my laps.

It was one of those nights, when I depraved myself of a comfy bed, and choose to sleep in the gutters like I did long ago. Dead of night in the dark and damp tunnels of Under Sigil, some goblin bustlin' around a few yards away. I was lying there, thinking about what I should do around 'ere anyway, when I heard words fluttering across the darkness. I took a look around, but I couldn't sense anyone near me. Then a fluff of the dark matter that I thought to be the night moved, and crept closer. Grabbed my blade and jumped up, but a voice told me it is not the aggressive kind.

He came to talk, he said. He had been eyeing me for some time, he said. And he was here to give me something special he said. So I listened.

[*hunvagy]

I am the shadow, the shadow is me,
Creeping in darkness silently,
My road is a lonenly one, yet I am not alone,
The shadow behind me around me enveloping all.

Solitude, peace of mind and wits,
Bending the darkness as I see fit,
The shilouette that follows you and me
Obeying my every thought and whim.

Some of them walk alone, without corporeal masters,
If I call they heed and follow me in dead silence.
Words without noise, yet heavy of meaning,
The silent flight of a blade, sending the blood flowing.

Dancing a tango of death, without music or a voice,
Through a haze of black them and me move alike.
I am the shadow, the shadow is me,
Bringing death in darkness, silently.

This is what I have become, no turning back he said. Not that I really would want to, no way. It suits me like a fine glove, giving that something I felt was missing. It feels like you are totally drunk, like you have had something to empower you, and seeing them writhe in pain from the unseen.. well it has its own merits.

Though I still get lectured by him from time to time, for not being focused enough, for letting my mind forget who I am, for not accepting solitude and loneliness as my greatest weapons. Hells, it is not my fault, it's that damned cute tail, it is.

The great streets of the Merchant Quarter, the foreboding towers of Castle Never, the pastries of the lands, the murky depths of the Sword Coasts forgotten places... it seems the only thing still connecting me with them from time to time is a redhead Tiefling who never even saw them.

"If blood's a taint then let my blood flow, because then I'm tainted from head to toe" I said without thinking. But really, which part of my blood is the REAL taint? HE would say it's the 'uman half. And Hells, he may be right.

[*hunvagy]

Well, these were some days. First a winged bitch showing up again, then Fargul tryin' to get Jezebel to speak with Abyssal Absinthe. Weird but enjoyable. Then Kelth gathered us 'round for a nice exploration of the Abyss, to see what the Baatezu were so happy about. The people were a sight to behold, and I slinking in the back between all these powerful adventurers. Though I can't balme myself, I had my share of the fight. Of course onyl when I was not howling like a banshee running around afraid. We ran into a full scale Baatezu assault, and the Tanarii were droppin' like flies around us. In the end we had to retreat and hold out at the portal inside Sigil. The blasted fiends tried to get through there. But the combined power of our forces, and of course the help of our benevolent tyrant held them back and closed the doors of the portal shut. Later I heard the sickness that befell the Tanarii crept onto the streets of the city itself, but in the end a cure was found.

Then the other day a Thayan blight wandered into Sigil. Haven't had much to do with the lot, but I know them Cloaktower mages, so these can't be any better. He babbled something about building an Enclave here, but then I dismissed it as street gossip. Man should I have payed more attention.
It was on that same day, why arguing about a depraved bet Conrad offered to Mir and me, that the Thayan still lingered around Khazeet's, and Kelth arrived. One look at him, and I could tell that this will not end well. Luckily we could persuade him to let the matter go for now, and retreated to the inn for some talk and drinks. Never seen 'im losing temper like that, and I really can't blame him. He told us he'd burn it down, should an Enclave really be allowed here. And I agreed to help 'im any way I can.
These are the days I wish I'd met someone as heroic and good as him back in my days on the streets of Neverwinter. It would've maybe changed a lot of things.

In the end I found myself in the bathing house with good company and good mood. Though I dared not say how the slow trickling of the water there reminded me of the Trackless Sea, and how I still long for the salty air and fresh wind along the roads of the Sword Coast. But what good would that do to me? Goin' back there, bein' the outcast, the fiend, the demonspawn again.

HE has been awfully quiet lately, observing me and not saying a thing. Maybe he finally understood I'm not that easy to sway as he thought. Though his accusations still linger in my ears, and there is great temptation in the easier way, I don't feel the necessity, yet. Come to think of it, I have been to kind lately, not even kicked the beggar in the dirt for days now..

[*hunvagy]

Me and my big mouth. HE reminded me of the err of my ways recently, and of our bargain. And quite painfully at that. Didn't know he could do this. Well, it was me after all, who took his offer, and accepted the "no turning back" stuff. Still, even as I still feel HIS cold clutches grasping for my heart freezing it to an almost standstill, I don't feel the fear or the desperation I should've. Or better what he was expecting from me. To lighten my mood I went and killed a few of mercuria's finest. At least that still brings me comfort. Also went to see the heart of the Beastlands, but found nothing of interest. Sure, the scenery might be breathtaking, but if you wait around too long, it will be quite literally so. All those huge snakes, just waiting to crush your body. Heh, had no luck with me, though.

So slowly but steadily HE is forcing my hand. I should think about my next few steps carefully....

[*hunvagy]

Well, this was one of the best days I've ever had since arriving here. I literally laughed my lungs out over all the messed up things that happened. First that Chaosman showing up, then Camthalion having a insulting contest with pretty much everyone around. It was amazing to watch how all the esteemed and civilized people around went crazy. And they say we Tieflings are bad. What a joke.

That all was really grand, but what really made my day was something else. Maybe something insignificant for others, but it was almost more worth to me then a cut diamond. Maybe it was, dunno for sure. But that little act of caring, and being called friend... Maybe I have been wrong all these years?

[*hunvagy]

I think I saw a glimpse of Paradise today.

Golden sands, palm trees slowly waving in the fresh breeze coming from the sea. The salty fresh air along the coast. The azure blue in the skies and beyond them, a deeper blue as long as the eyes could see.

Not even the Trackless Sea had this beauty, and it has been a very long time since I've seen anything so captivating. Truly a place where even angels would lose their way.

For a bit, I lost track of everything else, except for the childish desire to have fun and not care about anything else. Reason, responsibility, and even compsure meant nothing for me. Was a nice change of pace.

Things are not always what they seem, and one must find special moments to understand the greater meaning of the world around. I do wonder what the Siren was thinking about, longingly watching the endless see before her.


What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
from deep within the flow of time...

But, for a certainty, back then,
we loved so many, yet hated so much,
we hurt others and were hurt ourselves...

Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
whilst our laughter echoed
under cerulean skies...

You were right, y'know. I should've stayed on that boat...