Basic Information Name: Aleandrea Datson Aliases: She has no nicknames. Gender: Female Race: Human with Feyblood Age: 21-25 Roughly Profession: Adventurer Languages: Common, Sylvan, Infernal. Accent: Her voice sounds somewhat like the fey, almost always interested, alert and playful. Her words can often be very refined, but her voice has a slight grutal quality, which often shows out when angry, or when speaking as most cutters would.
Physical Information Height: 6’0” Weight: 75kg Body build: Lithe. Skin type: Smooth. Hair style: Cut Short. Scars: Any recent battle wounds as feint scars, these however quickly fade. Tattoos: She bears no Tattoes. Colouring:
[b]Hair:[/b] A maroon, more on the brown side. [b]Eyes:[/b] Hazel, with red AND light green speckles. [b]Skin:[/b] Dark brown, with a hint of red. [/li]
Mental Information Alignment: Chaotic Good. She generally does the best she can do amongst others ignoring the law. Philosophy: Everyone should try to help each other, to bring the best out of each other. Deity/Beliefs: Believes in Tymora. Personality:
[u]Efficient[/u] [i] Always cuts to the heart of the matter, rarely beats around the bush[/i] [u]Flirtacious[/u] [i]Most of the time she flirts with members of the other gender, almost completely disregarding race. However she does flirt with others of the same sex, if it seems they are open to it.[/i] [u]Helpful[/u] [i]Tries to help others when possible.[/i] [u]Poor Sense of Humor[/u] [i] Laughs easily, at about everything.[/i] [/li]
Additional Information Gear: She wears a full body suit of studded leather, compleate with leather healm and cloack. Jewelry: She always has what apears to be a purse at her side, the only possible peice of flipancy in what she wears, other than what are obviously magical rings, that have nothing to make them look fancy. Habbits/hobbies: Drinking and Swimming, normally in the beastlands by the waterfall. General Health: SheÂ’s a picture of health. Favourite Drink: Baatorian. Weaknesses: Only her slight routine, but no physical/mental weaknesses.
Warlock Information ((potentially useful for dmÂ’s etc.)) Pact: Ex Infernal now Fey
Original Patron: Mister Twist Origin: Long ago, a powerful devil made his way into the world. Called Mister Twist, this creature is so hideous he is downright painful to look at. His limbs are twisted at impossible angles, his joints backwards, his skin scarred and wrinkled, and his face split by a maw grinning with countless needle-sharp teeth. Mister Twist usually hides his true form under numerous illusions, revealing his monstrousness only to shock or terrify. While most devils are interested in collecting souls, Mister Twist is interested only in collecting favors. In return for an infusion of infernal power, his warlocks sign their names with blood in his iron-bound book. They owe him one favor, to be named and collected at any time Mister Twist chooses.
Goals: Mister Twist prefers to appear to desperate mortals who need to sign his pact in order to beat some impossible foe or to rescue a loved one. Most of his warlocks are generally good-hearted people who make a singular rash decision in agreeing to his deal and later come to regret it. No one alive claims to have made good on their debt and survived. Some may have done so, but if they have, they are not discussing it. Mister Twist seems to take pleasure in the power the debt gives him, letting it hang over the head of his initiate like a dark cloud or a downward-pointing sword. Some suspect that he has no greater goal than to simply toy with his warlocks, driving as many as he can mad with anxiety and expectation.
In Relation with Aleandrea: An ex-pact tide into her family, one of his first works. He was shown up by Aleandrea mother and The Dangler, removing her branch of the family from the pact. Whenever he can, which is next to never due to The Dangler, he tries to capture Aleandrea, to punish her. Due to the Dangler, the few time Mister Twist has come close, The Dangler, true to his name, has snached her away.
Current Patron: The Dangler Origin: A malevolent force with a dark sense of humour, The Dangler is normally silent, content to merely observe the natural world through the veil of the Feywild. Some think he is a powerful and spoiled eladrin high noble, while others believe he is a much more ancient spirit, a portion of the FeywildÂ’s dark side made manifest. The Dangler only amusement and he seems to find the greatest comedy strife, the feeble struggle of mortals who desire greatness, and taunting other powerful creatures who use warlocks. He will sometimes take a fledgling warlock on as a partisan and follow the mortal throughout her career, gently applauding her victories and laughing uncontrollably at her failures, or having taken them from another of power, using them to taunt him, drawing them into dangerous situations only to snatch his warlock away just before death, however because he finds this amusing he also is often attempted to contact by warlocks trying to escape certain patrons.
Communication: The Dangler is one of the most accessible of all patrons, though his warlocks often wish he wasn’t, or would go bother another warlock. Warlocks that have been accepted as one of the Danglers “Toys” always feel their master’s eyes upon them. When they fail at some goal, their head is filled with the mad, howling laughter of their insane patron. If they prove too “boring,” the Dangler may distract them with telepathic mockery at a crucial moment, or lead them to where some creature could try, in vain to take the warlock.
Goals: The Watcher only wants to be amused, and adventurers are some of the most amusing mortals alive. Especially ones that he can use to taunt others, especially arch demons and the like, who are of equal power.
In Relation with Aleandrea: Aleandrea's Mother made a pact with The Dangler, saving her and her daughter in return for his common pact. Sometimes The Dangler will use Aleandrea to advance himself in sigil, but most of the time he just watches, and takes his amusement.
The Pact((cliff notes)): The Dangler is always allowed to watch, dominate and command Aleandrea. Aleandrea gets: Protection from Mister Twist, Power, General Protection. The contract ends at age 50.
Aleandrea diary is a well worn leather book. The front page has I dark bold writing her name, and the following message:
To whoever happens to find this diary, please return it least you want to have the pleasure of roasting alive, slowly, from the legs up. No reward will be given since I carry this with me at all times, as such it has been stolen. Sincerely, Aleandrea
((A Description of her is on the bottom.)) In the back are some pages attached, obviously from another diary, because of the way they jump between languages there almost unintelligible except for the last one, but it is easy to see that there pages from specific dates, noting significant events in her Childhood.
Diary I always wandered where IÂ’d end up. I just never imagined I would end up stuck in Sigil. I always lived between here and Ardeep, but I never thought id be stuck between the two, without my family no less. To bad that the way things happen, I just hope that the little jink I have will be enough to see me through till I can get some work, IÂ’ll probably end up working the Spirits inn. Till next Writing Aleandrea Datson
Well, iv'e diceded to take up a diary again. I don't know why, but i feel i should.
I think ill start with a discription of whats happened recently, if just the gist of it, and damn Sigil has become wierd, well, wierder.
Various factons and creatures have been fighting in the streets, the most recently i was here for was some mechanicals and golems. They were very large in number, atleast till the lady of pain woke up, then their ranks thinned out like a cake in a kids party. Then it seems the signers are having a civil war, but what's civil in sigil. Now theres a pun i need to use.
Though something the Sighner Factol said i think i need to write down, if simplified.
Everything you wish for and desire will be yours, if you hold it close, for it is all phrophisised.
Now im unsure whether this is an insult or a blessing, that i and noone i meet will become pathless, or whatever its called, ill have to check some tales to find the right word. But even an orc could see the fork in that prophecy, i may well lose it for something else, maybe less rewaring. Well atleast i can feel safe that the Dangler and Tymora will protect me, aslong as i dont be to stupid, which is probaly going to be imposible except at certain forks.
And yes, i will start writing soon, sorry for leaving you dejected.
*Below the same is rewriten in sylvan and infernal, with a few errors, as if she was trying to keep herself from foggeting the odd word*
Well, tis another time to write me thinks, especially with the importance of what has happned recently. All in all the days of sigil have been useful, but a day ago i was met but the most unusual man. For my protection, though i doupt its neccesary, i will keep it from teh pages, incase of the everpresent theives in the city of sigil.
He apears to be rather powerful,enough that should he wish he could cause most people massive, if not all those except those bering powers like that of gods. He, is almost like a fatherly figure, he apears t o be derrangd, but only a little more than that of the normal person, remembering ofcoarse that normal means next to nothing in sigil. But evil very turely corupts his heart, he is like a greater deamon to some of his worshipers, someone you be careful around and do what is asked from him, but who rewardds people well, and is protective of his chosen. All in all his creed is a mesh between that of the godsmen and his own creed, except that he might be inclined to force things on others, which is very much against the creed of the godsmen. Though i managed to confound his knowladge and wisdom with wisdom i didn't think i had. I'm not entirely sure if all the words were mine, considering i did ask for the aid of tymora and the dangler, but the dangler doesn't seem to be the wise type, and tymora probaly couldn't do much. The words sounded like mine, though with more wisdom, unless i am getting more wordly. Well it gives me something to sleep on.
*Under is written the same in sylvan and infernal, neither of which have mistakes this time, or atleast removed ones*
Dear Diary Well, time for me to write something important again. Im surprised i dont write more of the important ones, but this is sigil, so not much strikes as important.
My patrons taking an intrest in me latly, a strong intrest. I always thought he would find me a odity, being his first in sigil, maybe his only. But by god i dont mind him watching me but wearing me as a skin suit, while unfortuneatly i cant do anything about, is highly frustrating. Hell, if he was of the gods status and i a worshiper, i would consider myself a favored soul. Though he has started scheeming, his usual tricks for other patrons and contractors. I just hope he remembers the deal so i dont get caught in the crossfire, but he has never let me down before. I wonder how trust will respond to the Danglers usual tricks, though i must say, id like to see the look on his face when the Dangler succeds the first time, though i wouldn't like to be in the room, not with any patron being.
*Under is written the same in sylvan and infernal*
