Name: Lady(My real name is a bit of mouthful and better left to audio) Age: 25 and 11/12ths Time Zone: EST (UTC - 05:00) DnD Experience: Nine years in 2.0, Eight years in 3.5, Five and a half minutes in 4.0, Zero in 5.0 Roleplaying Experience: Been writing since I was 8. Been roleplaying since I was 13. I have run roleplaying guilds, live action roleplay groups, and participated in easily over 2,000 stories. From helping teach beginners to the more advanced ‘prepping for my novel’ types. So long as there is creativity and passion every story told is a joy. As for the more sexual themes of the current story, I have written dark, depraved, psychological, emotionally devastating and delicious literature on a variety of levels, I find it to be an essential spice in every truly deep tale. Story or Combat (% vs %): (In other systems I play social characters who as a rule weasel their way out of combat so for myself and my characters personally combat is plan C or D) 65/35 ABOUT THE CHARACTER Character Name: Lashiel Character Class: Bard Character Archetype: College of Vylius <a href="https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/College_of_Vylius_(5e_Archetype)" rel="nofollow">https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/College_of_Vylius_(5e_Archetype)</a> Character Race: Sidhe (<a href="https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Sidhe_(5e_Race)" rel="nofollow">https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Sidhe_(5e_Race)</a>) Character Background: Lashiel pursues her own pleasure at every turn, no man or woman can maintain her attention for that reason she travels the mortal realms, leaping from lover to lover as her attention is captured for a moment long enough to intrigue her. An icy beauty she has the skills, honed over centuries to give pleasure the likes of which few mortals have ever received, a few dalliances with succubi and incubi have taught her a few immortal tricks as well. She loves to be bathed in the attentions and lusts of the room and has no problem making a spectacle of herself. Character Details: Lash is a lovely creature with pale icy blond hair, and blue grey eyes the color of deep ice, her features are delicate and petite, often giving her a look of fragility, she is anything but, a shrewd intelligence that lives in the mind of any sidhe who can navigate the ways of the court. About average height for an elven female, which she is often mistaken for, the misconception has given her the advantage and she’d never felt the need to correct them. Slender with a dancer’s build that offers the soft fullness of a woman’s figure without being so cumbersome as to get in the way of her more frantic movements, she is a lean beauty. <a href="http://coffeeandmarkers.deviantart.com/art/Daenerys-Targaryen-407469088" rel="nofollow">http://coffeeandmarkers.deviantart.com/art/Daenerys-Targaryen-407469088</a> Character Backstory: Lashiel was the daughter of a noble sidhe of the winter court, lovely, sharp with a wicked mind and licentious taste in bedmates that was notable even among her kin. She had not faced the sting of rejection until one particularly earnest changeling refused her and declared his love for his sidhe bride instead, never one to be outdone, Lashiel seduced his bride instead and he came home to the sight of the woman he had rejected and the woman he had rejected her for intertwined in the throws of passion on his marriage bed. Being new to the sidhe way, he still felt the sting of betrayal and rejected his wife as he had Lashiel, leaving the realms to return to the mortal ones he had known. While Lashiel celebrated the pain she had caused, and cooed at her victory over the man who might dare to reject her, the woman who had been her tool grew bitter. Given the lush of slights, wrongs and subtle insults she had dealt in her day, there was not shortage on those who would happily see Lashiel taken down a peg, and it was not long before she found herself set up in a way that drove the Winter Lady to punish her. But rather than be manipulated by those who would see Lashiel hurt, she Lady chose exile instead, to banish Lashiel from their realm for a century and a day. Suiting her own need to punish the slight she had received without indulging those who had played a part in that slight by setting it up. Dropped in the mortal realms Lashiel had taken her love of music and dance to a career, traveling as a Bard through the realms and seeking entertainment while she whiles away her years of banishment. Character Name: Serin Character Class: Bard Character Archetype: Troubadour <a href="https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Troubadour_(5e_Archetype)" rel="nofollow">https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Troubadour_(5e_Archetype)</a> Character Race: Dhampir (<a href="https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Dhampir_(5e_Race)" rel="nofollow">https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Dhampir_(5e_Race)</a>) Character Background: Serin has acquired a taste for the subtle nuances lust and passion add to blood, and enjoys taking a nip here or there when carnal play hits it’s peak. Strictly speaking such indulgence is unnecessary for survival but it’s lack leeches the luster from her life; Serin follows in her mother’s footsteps, as a singer and songsmith to the great adventures of her time. Her mother had a long and glorious reputation, some even spoke of her in almost fearful awe, rumors long stirred that her mother was not wholly mortal, that a demon of carnal desire had been her father, and those rumors found no rest when Serin was born. Serin carries the weight of her mother’s mantle with pride, though none speak of her father, there are few other Dhampir who enjoy such a level of freedom to travel from court to countryside, welcomed for her songs so eagerly people seem willing to pretend they don’t realize the questions of her blood. Character Details: A lovely creature with winter pale skin and hair so black it’s shadows seem blue, and slate grey-blue eyes that eagerly call from across a room. There has always been a dangerous edge to her beauty, that calls like fire, warning away in such a manner it seems all the more appeal for its forbidding nature. Serin is tall for a woman, standing almost six foot, with rich curves that make any garment she wears all the more appealing, no matter how modest clevage and snug curve hugging fit, is unavoidable. While traveling she often wears her hair back in a long braid that falls to the middle of her back, which if undone cascades to her hips. A cloak conceals much of her remarkable face when she wishes not to be noticed and thick soled boots to complete her attire, since she prefers to walk rather than worry herself with the needs of an animal. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/art/jessamine-471228475" rel="nofollow">http://www.deviantart.com/art/jessamine-471228475</a> Character Backstory: Centuries ago, a young woman traveled with a troupe of adventurers deep into the bowels of a demon’s lair, to recapture the women of a village that had been lured away. The demon was not easily defeated but the young woman was a powerful bard and managed to maintain his attentions while her companions spirited the women away, but she lingered too long and found herself under the same spell, until her companions returned and freed her as well, but too late for some complications. That young woman bore a child, that while mortal held the same intoxicating appeal under which she had been conceived, and no word was ever mentioned of the child’s father. As one set of adventurers faded into obscurity and the tales do the daring pasted to a new generation the enchanting woman picked up her mother’s lute and traveled with a caravan of her own, gathering stories and prestige until she too found a band who suited her particular talents, and wanderlust. Until she too found herself found herself with a child born of questionable lineage, which given her profession was never mentioned. No one would dare insult a bard who sat comfortable between two warriors the size of monsters, and so another generation came and went, but the occupation remained. Serin’s mother was a gifted bard who gifted her daughter with her wanderlust and musical skill, her father gave her other gifts, a bone deep bloodlust and inhuman strength, all told it made for an interesting life. And now armed with her lineage and skill, she seeks a challenge and companions to help her travel the world seeking the next new adventure, it wouldn’t exactly to hurt to find those who might not judge to harshly her more, carnal proclivities. Character Name: Nyla Character Class: Bard Character Archetype: College of Healing (<a href="https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/College_of_Healing_(5e_Archetype)" rel="nofollow">https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/College_of_Healing_(5e_Archetype)</a>) Character Race: Half-Dryad (<a href="https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Half-Dryad_(5e_Race)" rel="nofollow">https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Half-Dryad_(5e_Race)</a>) Character Background: Nyla has experience as a shrine maiden, the quiet and decorum that comes from such, she sees much but says little, despite her youthful appearance she is rather old, though her innocence was lost only recently, she is wise but lacks experience. Character Details: Gently curved, and taller than most women, Nyla has strong, delicate bones, and eyes so vivid a green it seems almost alive, her hair is a pale brown reminicent of bark with streaks of color that often come and go with teh seasons. Nyla grew up slowly, and so far from the city or even the nearest town, her choices in garments was limited, she grew comfortable with a heavy drape of cotton, wrapped twice around her, and held in place my a long chain with small golden clips that held the fabric together and up, just over her bustline, simple sandals adorn her feet, tied with leather thongs up her calves to her knees, though the low hanging hem of dress conceals all but very bottom of her feet. For warmth she has a single woolen cloak, that hangs easily to the ground, dyed a pale brown with matching boots. Beyond that, the only ornamentation she ever wore, adorned her hair, and hung at her ears, two freshly budded leaves, encased in amber from the Mother Rowan herself, hung from her ears on tiny golden hooks; and in her hair, slender willowy rootlings held back from her face any stray hairs that might fly a miss, the roots blossoming to reflect the seasons with the rowan’s pale flowers. <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/art/Aeolian-565748710" rel="nofollow">http://www.deviantart.com/art/Aeolian-565748710</a> Character Backstory: Long, long ago, there stood upon a hill, a single tree, but from her boughs were sent many seeds, and like a rising tide over the ages that single tree spread her seeds, and at her feet a forest grew. Far ranged the children of that mother tree, and deep grew the magic of that forest, centered around that single tree, so deep did it grow that the druids gathered to pay homage to that mother rowan. A century from than, a few little huts, housed those travelers who came and went, one man remained, long past when most pilgrims had moved on their way, he stayed and worshiped beneath the sheltering boughs of that tree, carrying it water from the stream down in the valley below, chanting prayers and offering tribute as faithfully as the most devout and for far longer, and it is said that one night that mother rowan came to him, and offered him a place at her side, sheltered within her boughs. But that is the legend, for all is known, he may have died, or simply moved on, none who knew him still live. Nyla was found nestled amongst the roots of the mother rowan, one morning as the dawn star rose, nearly three hundred years ago, and she was raised by those who came and worshiped at the foot of the tree, a constantly shifting population and consequently, no one seemed to notice that once she had grown to maturity, she seemed to stop aging. Nearly two hundred years passed in beautiful tranquility before a twisted mage, who perverted the natural order sought out the rowan wood and assaulted the mother tree. The magic he used to rip the heart from the forest gave him what he needed to drain all the power of all the trees given they had all descended from Mother Rowan. The ritual half killed Nyla, but her mortal blood allowed her to survive, but her wood was dead, forcing her from the only home she had ever known, she travels now, singing for her supper, the songs she learned over the years, in the hope she might find a solution that could return life to her dead home.
