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Heres an idea for a character of mine.
Name: Ilivarra of the Order of the Spider's Fang (no house name or last name)
Weight: 160lbs (all muscle)
Hair: Shaved head, as part of her order
Skin: Black, like polished obsidian
Identifying marks: Thin white tribal designs covering the entire left side of her body, signifying rank, title, age, and achievements within her order.
Background: Ilivarra came from Guallidurth, also known as the Temple City of Lolth, to the city of Sshamath on the hunt for a priestess of Eilistraee. She
belongs to an order of that city known as the Order of the Spider's Fang. A brutal and bloodthirsty denomination of Lolths faith that believes it is their
sacred duty to hunt down and destroy all heretics. Ilivarra is a warmongering and uncouth priestess who cares not for anyone or anything but her weapons and
armor. After killing the Eilistraeen priestess she caught wind of a sect of Vhaerunites and has been attempting to purge the heretics also. She plans to
secretely join their faith as a spy but she is young and could be possibly swayed to join their cause...
Appearance: Despite the shaved head Ilivarra is actually a beautiful drow by many standards, though her personality would most likely dampen any feelings for
her. She is very tall and muscular for a drow. She wears her tattoos proudly and walks with an easy grace of a born warrior. Her copper eyes stand out brightly
against her pitch-colored skin. She is normally never seen without her heavy battle plate and warmace(weapon subject to change).
Personality: Gruff and course, her personality is completely at odds with her girly voice. She can be somewhat of a seductress but that is only when battle has
no chance of being needed. Ilivarra is usually the first to jump in and the last to be dragged away, usually kicking and swinging.
i have more but i'll leave it at this for right now... and around what character lvl are we looking at for this? tell me what you think chaps.
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Name: Xzy'voj Doraegamel, calls himself Th'auix Orbb (Bounce Spider)
Nicknames given by others:
How your character refers to him/her self:
General appearance: A limping cripple with an
insane kind of old guy look.
Clothing usually worn: A brown cloak that covers face with a shadow and the rest of the body and usually a
plain garb of simple black silk, over an unknowing Armor of the Unending Hunt, if not that then a chain shirt.
Clothing preferred: Armor of the Unending Hunt, all black, with blood red trimming, under a black spider
silk traveling cloak and clothes.
What image (overall) is portrayed: In guise, an unsuccessful drow who probably go on the wrong side of a priestess. When
normal, an individual that has seen too much; when gazing into my eyes, one can see mental exhaustion, but still a strong sense of self, and if you look
deeper, one sees a wanting for a friend. My face is weathered and the only part of which any people can see is my face; if the clothes are taken off one will
see too many scars to count except on my right forearm, head, and "the area".
Height: 5' 2"
Eye color: Powerful Jade
Hair color: Currently dyed Blood Red (was an icy-white)
Skin color: Obsidian
Complexion: Angelic, but weathered. My face looks like it has been smashed with a vise, so thin
Body type: Sickly thin, even for a fey creature, but still muscular and very agile
Athletic proficiencies: Agile, enjoys dancing but hasn't, doesn't know any drow styles but usually uses
Posture: In guise I am stooped and have a slight limp. When I am normal, I stand straight and
broad shouldered. Sit straight, usually.
Walk: Slight limp with my left foot, to make people think I'm weak and an easy
Other physical distinctions: I have scares all over my body, except "the area", my face, and my right
forearm, from being tortured. I never removed them so I always had a reminder to hate Lolth-worshiping drow. My right forearm was regenerated magically so it
bears no scares.
Characteristic manner of speaking: In guise, I tend to stutter a bit, to not only disguise my voice, but make me sound
even more worthless. When normal, I tend to over think what I'm going to say so I sometimes mix languages, and I talk with my hands and the longer I'm
in a conversation the more drow sign I use.
Habitual mannerisms: I cannot sit still for long periods of time, so I usually pace when I am thinking, and
usually in a circle. If I must sit down though I usually bounce my knee or wiggle my foot. Sometimes one will see me just staring into space, but most of the
time I'm ever alert with my hand on my blade. I also tend to talk with myself, which kind of weirds people out.
Usual swear words: Whatever comes to mind at the moment.
Voice quality: In guise, stutters so not one. When normal, a voice like Pavarotti's, when singing
Earliest memory: Playing in the snow with 3 other young drow, one male and 2 female. He forgot who
they are because of his solitary confinement in the pit.
Place of birth: Cormanthor (on the river between the Dalelands and Cormanthor)
Travel history/reason: Find out who the three other drow are and to stop the Spider Bitch's
Has your character ever lived in a foreign land: None that he knows of. He used to live on the
surface when he was a babe, in Cormanthor.
What events, circumstances, or experiences have had a major impact on your character's way of
thinking: The encampment I lived at was attacked by
a drow raiding party and I was captured, hit with a dart that caused paralysis and watched the people I grew up with die,
I was 17 years of age. As soon as I was taken to the outpost I was put to work as a breeding instrument because the head of this
outpost, a female named Vierkacha Tuin'Tarl (Black Beauty), liked me for my obsidian skin and pure icy-white hair. 10yrs into this "relationship"
I contributed to the birth of 8 girls, in the first 8 years, and 2 boys, in the last two. I started to become attached to her around the 7th year
because she bore 6 of my children already. I don't know if she felt the same way.
Half a year after my
second son was born a jealous male with the Tuin'Tarl bloodline didn't like how things were going between me Vierkacha and severely tortured me, in
fear for his position in the house, over an 8 day period giving me my scores of scares on my body. He saved the face and the private part for last so I would
dread its coming. Vierkacha finally found me and rescued me, if you could call it a rescue, almost killing me in the process. When she seen what had happened
to my flesh, with tears in her eyes, I assume she had me throw in a pit 10 underground with 5 people in it. We sat in our own squalor and I befriended them. We
were only fed 1 piece of rotten meat a day and we had to share it. 43 days after she left me, I had killed all five of my "friends" in order to get
the whole piece of flesh. The lifeless shells of the 5 haunted me for a long time. I would pass the time by singing
softly or reciting plays that I could remember.
I guess I snapped
because a well-muscled, slim, graceful, drow male with eyes and hair that always seem to change appeared, he was wearing a long, flowing black cloak, he kept
repeating over and over again, in my father's stern voice, "Get Up! Get Up! Get Up!" The figure seemed to give me strength and climbed out of the
pit and escaped the outpost. Healing myself the best I could, I restored myself to a fitting health, and with anger in my heart, waited until my children left
the compound, unfortunately so did Vierkacha. I the attacked the small outpost by myself, freed what prisoners I could, and destroyed the outpost. The
mysterious figure stayed at my side the whole time fueling my hatred repeating," Your weak, do you want to end up like your 'friends' in the
pit?", but no one could see him besides me. He was telling me where they were coming from, where the prisoners that could fight were, and how to
After the battle, I
began to wander the Underdark until I fell in exhaustion and drifted out of consciousness. When I finally woke up I felt restored and restored and leaped out
of bed. Glimpsing around my surroundings I found myself in a small room with various herbs and strange powders I've never seen before. The door then opened
and an elegant old drow floated into the room, literally floated for he had no legs, I found that out later, and he welcomed my graciously by hitting me across
the face with his hand. My weapons lay leaning on the bedposts and I went to reach for them, and my mind had already had the sword up to the drow's neck
but I couldn't budge. His name was Teb'afein (Blade bane)
and he had nursed me back to health. I then found out that the herbs he had given me had paralyzed me for moving so soon. One I was healed from
that ailment as well, we got to know each other better, he taught me basic spell casting, I just really couldn't get the hang of it, and herbalism, which I
became very proficient in.
Then I wandered the
Underdark for years, seeking a companion, but never finding one. I finally wandered to the city of Menzoberranzan and saw more cruelties of the Spider Bitch,
returning to Teb'afein every once in a while to
say hi, trade info for knowledge or herbs, and teach me more magic. I then met a character named Nisstyre, we became comrades and the day before he was killed
he talked to me about the Vhaerun faith and that He has a temple in Sshamath. I watched him die but could do nothing, that female was powerful to fell
Nisstyre. (He hasn't gotten to Sshamath yet though.)
Looking back, how would your
character describe the past five to ten years of his/her life, both professionally/academically and personally/socially:
Is there anything in your character's life-experience which he/she feels warrants clarification:
He doesn't despise all
females, just the Lolthly priestessey ones
Describe home life while growing up: From what he remembers, most of it was blocked from his long time away and the torture,
both physically and mentally.
Illnesses/when: He believes that the mysterious figure is a symbol for his insanity when in the pit.
Not realizing that it is really a Vhaerun sent image trying to lead him to the religion.
Major accidents/when: During his time in the Underdark wandering around, he was attacked by a drow patrol and
barely escaped with his life, and only half an arm.
Most painful thing in your character's life: Watch as Vierkacha tear up at seeing his ravaged figure. Also, not until he escaped and
had horrible nightmares, killing the 5 males in the pit, at the time they were just competition for the food even though they were friends.
SENSE OF LIFE
What is the important thing to know about your character: I am rather shy before I get to know
people, but once I warm up to them they can find that I am a great, if not weird, ally and friend.
How self-aware is he/she: I know that I act like a weirdo but most of the time is to just get people's
attention. He is kind of like the class clown, except with an insane twist to it. He just wants people to know that he is alive, unless I am here to kill
someone. Then, they won't ever know I exist.
Philosophy of life: If you act like a cabbage brain people tend to underestimate you. That's when you
shove a sword in their skull.
Sees self as:
A lonely individual that only has
2 friends, one who lives in the Underdark's wilderness and the other is sleeping with the fishes
Main goal in life: Find a companion that doesn't stab me in the back and find a religion that
doesn't involve dominating females.
Short term goals: Find a place to live that isn't corrupted by Lolth and isn't the home to
any nasty beasties.
Long term goals: Thwart plots of the Spider Bitch's bitches and eventually travel to the surface
in order to see the falling snow.
Short term needs: A friend and a hot meal.
Long term needs: A wife and my happiness back.
Ambitions/desires: Find friends and a companion, and whether the Spider Bitch is gone or not, to
have my own theatre.
Hobbies/pastimes: Learning to play different instruments, but I have failed every time, and giving
out into the darkness with an opera song stung into my mind. Vivaldi: Sposa Son Disprezzanta by Cecilia Bartoli, lol, it's a good song. Of course it's
not called that in Faerun. Collecting plays and songs
Most pressing problem: Weight of killing the 5 in the pit
What traits really make your character come alive: I cannot whistle, likes to hurt people but can also heal them quit well, was wavering on the edge of insanity but got control, somehow the mysterious figure is still there
One-line characterization: The nut.
Outstanding qualities: When I befriend someone I will put my life on the line to protect that person, whether
I die or not. A greater love no man has than to lay down his life for a friend.
Inferior qualities/faults: Would like a friend but often tries to hard and scares people away, and whenever my
blade is drawn it says that it requires blood.
Tragic Flaw: Overresearched
Fears/phobias: Fear of being left alone in a confined space, whether with a few people or not. He
doesn't want to have to kill them if he goes nuts again.
Complexes: I cannot stand the stench of
Most feared threat: Someone hurting my friends, once I find some, and when a priestess asks for
Lolth's help in a fight, I am not powerful enough to thwart Lolth's mojo yet, unfortunately, until I find a deity of my own.
Reaction to threat: Will let loose a sound lance if trying to ask for Lolth's blessing, which is
produced from an amethyst ring on his right hand. If not then I will attack until my friends get away or either the foe or I, am dead.
Reaction to emergency: Tries to react quickly, but sometimes the excitement makes me twitchy.
Is your character willing to die
for anything: Once I find some, my friends, and when I have to protect
someone from a priestess.
Religion: None, but wishes to attain one, doesn't know much about the Vhaerun faith.
Weekly ritual: Drink one bottle of wine every Friday, the
equivalent in Faerun
Feelings about that (religion): Wants one, have came across Kiaransalee and Ghaunadaur religions but disliked both of
them. Nisstyre introduced him to Vhaerun but didn't go anywhere with it because of his untimely death.
Moral/immoral code: Will no stand idly by and let a priestess bully another drow around, unless it's on
a crowded street and she has guards and nasty beasties, just another name added to my list.
Inner conflicts: The 5 from the pit keep reappearing in his nightmares giving him restless and
usually unbearable sleep. Usually trances for 2 hours, if that. SO naturally he is on edge 99.9995% of the time.
Frustrations/irritations: The Spider Bitch's bitches, any other non-fey race.
Pet peeves/gripes: Dislike drunks, dislikes hellfire preachers, dislikes gnomes - I just want to
punt them across a chasm
Things that make uncomfortable/embarrass your character: Showing off my scars, I never take off my
shirt, pants, or shoes even when wet if I am in the presence of anyone.
Dominatrix, Lolth's priestesses
Describe your character's special qualities and/or personal strengths: Will follow direct orders if you are respected by me. Is really a nice guy once you get
to know me, and get past the sadist part. I have killed 13 priestesses.
Have your character select an activity in which they have been significantly involved, and have them elaborate upon
its importance to them: Watched as Nisstyre was
killed by Liriel Baenre and managed to escape. He was one of Nisstyre's comrades and Nisstyre told him about Vhaerun. Its importance to Xzy'voj was
that the experience opened up his options teaching him to trade, and also introduced him to the Vhaerunian way.
Real property assets: The clothes on my back, my equipment, my swords, and my songs/plays
Debts: He owes the Spider Queen a dagger in the eye, a sword in the gullet and a grave in the
realm of Light.
Urchin, gatherer, sell mushrooms
and fish at marketplace
Major mode of transportation: Walking
Organizations of which your character is a member: None
Military service: None
Social class in childhood: 1st born, but he doesn't know that
Social class at present: Wanderer, insane guy wandering town
List any awards or honors your character has received: The scars that the jealous drow gave me.
Criminal behavior: Murder, rape, mutilation, stole food, steal pocketbooks.
Oppressed by individual or group: Vierkacha, House of Tuin'Tarl
Favors owed or owing: Old man (Teb'afein , Blade bane) for fixing my arm, nursing me back to health,
supply me with alchemy fire, and being a parental figure during my time staying with him.
Favorite books: A journal I keep that I have recorded my history and keep adding day by day. At the
beginning of the journal the pages are crumpled and stained from the tears that I shed while writing it, otherwise it is in a waterproof locked chest about 7 x
9 inches long.
Favorite play: Hasn't come across one that I greatly like, but they are all a breath of fresh
Favorite periodicals: N/A
Favorite music: Any
Favorite quote(s): "The Spider Bitch will burn"
Arts preferred: Theatrical, and music
Favorite animal: The jumping spider and the wasp
Favorite entertainment: Theatre or a priestess being tortured or killed, preferably by me.
Favorite weather: Snowy
Preferred foods/drinks: N/A
Disliked foods/drinks: Alcohol, except wine, all it does is weaken the body and dull the senses
Favorite place: A crowded street or tavern, being with people helps him cope with his loneliness
Dislikes this place: being trapped alone in a pit
Favorite phrases/words: The meaning of victory is not to defeat your
enemy, but destroy him; to eradicate him from living memory, to leave no memories of his endeavors, to crush utterly his every achievement and remove all
record his every trace of existence. From that no enemy can ever recover. That is truly victory.
Dislikes which phrases/words: For the Matron Mother or anything to do with Lolth.
Other likes/dislikes/comments of note: Priestesses of Lolth, duh, lolz
Best subject: Tactics, Theatre, and Geography
Favorite subject: Theatre
Poorest subject: Mathematics
Special communication skills: The eyes are the windows to the soul. My eyes tell a sad story.
Language proficiencies: Drow Sing, Undercommon, Elven, Common, Draconic
Skills/Talents: Loves to act and sing, but couldn't for 20yrs. He recited plays and ballads that
he remembered from his childhood and whenever he comes across a playwright or music he will memorize it quickly and put it in his pack to take home.
Level of common sense: Above average and sort of street-smart, unless he is dealing with Lolth's
clerics/priests, which he will pursue and attempt to kill depending on how many guards there are. He has killed a few which he gave himself a name, the Bounce
Spider or jumping spider, which kills and feeds on spiders., but I don't eat them. Only their hearts…
Basic nature: Generous and easygoing when dealing with friends or newcomers, unless they are
priestesses of Lolth which then he will try his best to behave, but most of the time talks condescending or malicious towards.
Seen by other as: When in my weak getup, I am seen by others as a strange, probably homeless failure
that got on the wrong side of a priestess's anger and I try my best to look as frail as possible; when in the presence of friends though I'm confident,
strong willed (probably because of the mysterious figure), and with a geographical know-how. But whether I'm in either guise I usually answer the
mysterious figure if it talks with me so I am sometimes classified as insane.
Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert when acting, extrovert when with friends.
Temperament: Usually not hotheaded or rash, again, unless dealing with Lolth-worshippers. Mostly
calm in all aspects of sanity, and easygoing everywhere I go.
Sense of humor/kind: I would like to laugh at things but more often than not I laugh on the inside,
remembering laughing with the dead faces and fall silent, the most I have been able to laugh is to muster up a weak smile.
Habits (good and bad): In my getup I tend to stutter and talk to myself, if anyone asks I reply
"It's only bad if you answer yourself." Then give a wink and a smile. When I'm normal though, I usually bounce my leg up and down, and I tend
to over think what I am going to say so I mix languages together
Method of handling
anger/rage: I keep it pent up and trapped within my soul until the
mysterious figure tells me to let it go, in that case I usually kill without remorse until my blade is satisfied.
Imagination: Some call it random as it might as well be, being stuck in a pit with 5 dead people
usually does a number on one's imagination. I usually think what could happen, like what if zombies were to get away from the matrons and eat everyone? And
often the faces of the five are in there somewhere.
Traumas/psychological scars: Besides the mysterious figure stated above I believe my weapon talks
with me and it craves blood. Whenever my blade is drawn I usually have to draw blood with it, whether it is their blood or mine.
Sexual turn-ons: I'm a sadist, I enjoy causing pain to the female flesh. If I come into contact
with a male, then I will slaughter them, but with a female I like to inflict as much pain as I can then finish the job, usually with a dagger across the
throat. I have only done this to priestesses of Lolth, mind you, and I don't do it to regular females, though the thought does cross my mind when I gaze at
Dominatrix, Spikes and leather combined
Fetishes: Sadist, but if I cannot cause pain for whatever reason I like smooth thighs, and lean,
petite women, and even though I hate Lolth with all the passion in my heart, I do like her taste in colors, dark purple and black. B<( I'm also a masochist, I do love to receive pain from anyone, but I love to be hurt by women. It usually fuels my
How does your character treat and/or get along with:
- Significant other: None
- Children: I haven't seen them in 79 years, and I count every day.
- Parents: Dead
- Siblings: I haven't seen them in 90 years and doesn't remember them
- Opposite sex: Yes, favors orange/ amber eyes and white/silver hair
- Same sex: Will get along with them and only have male friends, no higher relationship.
- Neighbors: Haven't had neighbors since he was captured
- Friends: Will fight for them to the death, but only has one, an older drow male wizard who lives
in a stalagmite in the Underdark
- Those more successful: meh
- Those less successful: meh
- Anyone who challenges: Will charge if it is a priestess of Lolth, anyone else I try to reason with
them if that doesn't work then I will have no choice than to destroy them.
- Anyone who helps: Is a comrade in arms
- Anyone who asks for help: Will help if it is against Lolth, but will also help others to atone for his sins of
killing the 5 in the pit
I have an introduction prepared. It does not include a bar or tavern.
Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone you love is a hostage,
sapping your courage and corrupting your judgment.
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