Obsidian Pearls
*A paladin in search of his divinity, a sorcerer whose life is bound to that of a cruel and evil Goddess, a bard who has lost everything and can only cling to her own desperation, a warrior who has ended up embracing the despotic faith of the Spider Queen.Four creatures now forlorn, cursed by love...
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Hello there! I'm Rogue and I come from Europe. I love writing and reading.
I hope you enjoy your stay!I created this page to collect the bios of my ocs, whose universe is based on that of D&D. Obviously, their stories are connected to each other.
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Tainted Sanctity
BASICSFULL NAME: Darian Myrianth
AGE: 150 years old but looks like a 38 year old man
BIRTHPLACE: Baldur's Gate
FORMER RESIDENCE: Baldur's Gate
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Evereska
FAMILY:
Father: Nasir alive
Mother: Amarille deceased
Brothers: He has two older brothers; Garynnon & Elidyr
GENDER: Male
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
OCCUPATION: Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)
RELIGION: The Seldarine
LANGUAGES: PolyglotAPPEARANCEHEIGHT: 1.90 cms
WEIGHT: 95 kg
BUILD: Slender, with broad shoulders and chest, with toned muscles and long legs
EYE COLOR: Vivid azure
HAIR COLOR: Platinum blonde with golden highlights
HAIR LENGTH: He has most of his hair shaved, with the exception of the central hair which he wears very long, in fact, it reaches his shoulders. He carries it tied in a long ponytail.
TATTOOS: He has runes tattooed on his face, specifically on his right cheekbone. It's a phrase that reminds him of his oath.
SCARS: The first scar you notice is on the left side of his countenance, which cuts parts of his cheek. But Darian presents a multitude of them on his back: they’re a demonstration of the various battles he fought. Then he has one at the height of his neck: three huge gashes; a sorcerer drow has tried to cut his head unsuccessfully. A few small scars appear on his right eyebrow
SCENT: Blood, petrichor, smoke, incense, the fragrance of the sea, forget-me-nots, rosesPERSONALITYMORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good
TEMPERAMENT: Calm
STRENGTHS: Ambitious, pragmatic, independent, sunny, tender, soft-spoken
WEAKNESSES: Aloof, morbid, willful, sardonic, arrogant, sanctimoniousVery often Darian lives in a dissociative state of reality since he has lived much of his life in close contact with his brothers, inside the sanctuary dedicated in honor of the Seldarine, in Evereska. Thus, he often puts deities first, especially Corellon, acting in their stead. After all, it is he, Corellon, who has given him his powers, as well as his blessing, counting him among his followers, as well as appointing him as his paladin, bearer of his laws. Therefore, it is not difficult for Darian to put himself at the service of the weakest, to protect those who have no voice in the face of the ugliness of the law of men, to defend anyone who needs help ── the hammer is always unsheathed in the name of the Seldarine and those most in need. In fact, he often puts “work” first, denying his freedom and his own needs.
However, even if dedicated full time to the rigid dictates imposed on him by the sanctuary, this did not prevent him from maintaining a sunny, lively, smiling, as well as calm attitude. After all, it is precisely his tender mannerisms that easily lead him to approach those in need of help, to obtain the sympathy of even influential and important people in the elven city of Evereska. After all, he is the one blessed by Corellon Larethian, Father of the Elves. He is the creator and preserver of the Tel'Quessir, governing those things held in the highest esteem among elves, such as magic, music, arts, crafts, poetry, and warfare. Corellon lives in the realm of Arvandor. He approves of those who killed orcs and followers of Lolth, blesses those who help others and becomes angered at those who defile the dead or flee from their foes.LIKES
animals
poetry
sing
swimDISLIKES
his father
dance
insects
the evilHOBBIES
writing poetry
songwriting
writing prayers
taking long walks
trainingLiving much of his time inside a sanctuary, he doesn’t have much free time to spend discovering what his hobbies are. Certainly, he likes to spend it outside that marble structure, walking among nature, listening to the birds singing, or feeling the wind caressing his face. He likes to sit in the shade of the trees, or on the headlands, with his feet swaying in the void, watching the panorama that opens up before his eyes, showing breathtaking beauty. Precisely in these moments, he feels the deities at his side, who inspire him, pushing him to honor them by writing new prayers, songs, or poems.ABILITIESDarian has an extensive knowledge of many fighting styles, although he prefers fighting with great weapons, as well as having mastery of the longbows. His weapon is a sacred hammer called "Radiance of the Dawn", given to him by Corellon himself. He knows a wide range of healing spells.
The Lamb of God
Born in Baldur’s Gate, into one of the most prestigious elven families in the city. He is the youngest son of the patriarch Myrianth, who sees nothing good in that rowdy boy, who often plays brandishing a wooden sword, wandering around the city, and meeting up with the kids from the slums, without taking into account the prestige of his house. Tired of the thousand troubles he gets into, his father locks him in a Seldarine sanctuary, far from Baldur’s Gate, trying to forget about his son’s existence.Upon entering the temple, he is immediately instructed in religious practices, as well as in the care of the entire structure, the vegetable garden, and the kitchen. After all, it is the novices who keep the entire sanctuary clean. One evening, during vespers, Darian enters a trance, falling to his knees in front of the entire audience of novices and acolytes, his eyes wide open and turned towards the ceiling: Corellon’s face appears before his gaze while his voice fills his head. Whatever he was saying at that moment doesn’t seem to matter to the novice, who barely understands those words. Meanwhile, his blessing descends upon him, wetting his lips with three drops of ichor, the blood of the deities shining like molten gold. The clerics immediately want to understand what happened and what this God told him.As soon as Corellon’s instructions are relayed, the acolytes begin training him to become a paladin. They instruct him on his duties, on the law of the Seldarine, on the very will of the one who is the Father of the Elves. Every notion is instilled in him in such a sublime way that Darian, of a lively nature, bends to it so completely that he embraces his mission without a second thought, even if he feels a tear within his person. Why did Corellon want to talk to him? Why had his father sent him there, to Evereska, to that sanctuary? Even though he had been raised by his family according to the dictates of the Seldarine, Darian never blindly believed in them, relying on them only and exclusively to save his mother’s life.Every night, as soon as he closes his eyes, he sees her dying, mauled by that owlbear that emerged from the forest. How could he have run away from home after the nth argument with his father? He had ventured into the woods, diving headlong into the dark womb of the wild, seeking comfort among the gnarled branches of the trees. Although his entire family and servants searched far and wide for him throughout Baldur’s Gate, only his mother managed to find him in the forest, calling his name, hoping that her seven-year-old son would run to her. His father did not hesitate to blame him along with his older brother Garynnon. From here, the patriarch Nasin understood that Darian had to disappear from his life.Maybe I bonded with you, Corellon, because I saw you as a father? Yet, I don’t understand…I’m not special. Corellon saw the suffering in him, beyond his good nature, but also saw the deep shadows who were corrupting his golden heart.
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Lolth's Serpent
BASICSFULL NAME: Tristan Dilyrr
AGE: 148 years old but looks like a 38 year old man
BIRTHPLACE: Menzoberranzan
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Menzoberranzan
FAMILY:
Father: Kronos alive
Mother: Victorya alive
Siblings: He has three older sisters; Trissonia, Olorna & Sybil
ALLIANCE: House Dilyrr, House Baenre, House Barrison Del'Armgo
GENDER: Male
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
OCCUPATION: Sorcerer, Assassin,Spy
RELIGION: Lolth
LANGUAGES: PolyglotAPPEARANCEHEIGHT: 1.87 cms
WEIGHT: 90 kg
BUILD: Slender, with broad shoulders and chest, with toned muscles.
EYE COLOR: Tristan has heterochromia, his left eye is purple, the right one has a black sclera and a red iris, as well as the serpentine pupil: a legacy of his draconic ancestry.
HAIR COLOR: He was born with white hair like all drow, but dyes it in various shades of blue.
HAIR LENGTH: He has long, straight hair, which reaches past his shoulders, resting on his back in languid waves.
TATTOOS: He has a tattoo running from his lower lip down his chin, denoting his absolute faith in Lolth. He has a huge serpent tattooed along his spine, filled with protective power.
SPECIFIC MARKS: Bronze-colored draconic skin on the forehead, temples and cheeks.
SCARS: The first scar you notice is the one on his chin, which stands out against the gray skin. But another arises on the right cheek, which rises up to the eyebrows and forehead. Then he has one at the height of the stomach: a huge gash that seems to be a lopsided smile, indeed an elf paladin has tried to cut him in half during a fight, unsuccessfully. A few small scars appear on his left wrist, extending towards the forearm.
SCENT: Blood, mushrooms, night orchids, petrichor, rain, humidity, earth.PERSONALITYMORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil
TEMPERAMENT: Manipulative
STRENGTHS: Calculating, well-spoken, elegant, pragmatic and charismatic.
WEAKNESSES: Sadistic, morbid, cruel, cold, likes to play mind games, he likes to break people from the inside out.He grew up in a wealthy Menzoberranzan family, a faithful follower of Lolth. He was immediately educated according to the dictates of this divinity, absolutely respecting the female figures of his matriarchal family. He is lively and extremely curious, in fact, this inquisitive nature led him to push himself towards certain limits during his studies, as well as managing to go beyond them, surprising not only his tutors but also the Matron Mother of the Dilyrr clan. Despite the strict family in which he grew up, Tristan has always loved breaking the rules (after all, the respect he shows for his mother and his older sisters is just a façade), angering his momma who, despite the impositions of such a society, never punished his beloved son, nurturing him with such veneration that she almost raised him to the same level as her beloved deity Lolth.
Precisely following the dictates of Lolth, Tristan has developed a sadistic and manipulative character, to the point of loving playing with people’s minds, to the end of breaking them to the very soul.LIKES
breaking the rules
chaos
animals
music
flowersDISLIKES
his older sister Trissonia
ants
the rules
stupid peopleHOBBIES
songwriting
collecting flowers and herbs
taking long walks
painting
playing his violin or pianoABILITIESHe has extensive knowledge of alchemy, botany, and animals from both the Underdark and the surface world. He knows how to prepare excellent poisons, as well as good antidotes. At home, he has a large laboratory, where he experiments various combinations of plants, fungi and mosses.
He also has excellent resistance to poisons and acids, no one can poison him, this is due to his draconic lineage: his dragon ancestor was a copper dragon.
A CRUEL FAIRY TALE
Born in Menzoberranzan, into one of the city’s most prestigious clans. He immediately showed a charismatic, manipulative and calculating nature, to the point that his mother planned a future for him as a sorcerer, as well as a spy and assassin, also pushing him to study the most lethal poisons to destroy the enemies of his family. However, Tristan also dedicates himself to analyzing antidotes, as well as becoming an expert healer, whose art he always uses on behalf of his house. Deep down, he has always had a deep love for his family, especially for his mother who, even if annoyed, accepts his extravagance of dyeing his hair of various shades of blue. She even forgives him when he rails against his older sister, Trissonia, who is one of the priestesses of Lolth.All the houses of the Underdark know him as the Serpent of Lolth, the goddess to whom Tristan clings, who gives him support, as well as his thousand talents as a trickster. Despite growing up in a matriarchal family, he is the only man in the house who can speak even when not spoken to, often angering his beloved sisters and putting his father in the shade. But it doesn’t matter to him: the prestige he has as a sorcerer allows him to bring himself to the same level as Trissonia (priestess of Lolth) demonstrating his arrogance and haughtiness. After all, he works for his family, and all his services are also requested by other drow, allies of his house, and this makes him shine before the crimson eyes of the Matron Mother Dilyrr, who sees him almost as a chosen one of her beloved Goddess.But what happens when someone wants to aspire to something else, when the family’s desires become too different from personal aspirations? He asks his mother to be able to go to the surface, to be able to see the world outside, above the rocky and humid walls of the Underdark. After all, some followers of the Seldarine are outside Menzoberranzan, outside the underground. His mother accepts his proposal, so Tristan begins traveling in the surface world, having some peculiar encounters with humans and other creatures of Faerûn. One of these is a wood elf, who freed his leg from a bear trap along with other druids.It’s like a spark that becomes a fire when their eyes meet, an ember that blazes inside the corolla of a Crocus while the cheeks are tinged in a lively shade of pink. Tristan’s ultimate goal of helping Lolth destroy the Seldarine dissolves as he joins her, the wood elf named Dorotea. He falls madly in love with her, to the point of living in the forest with her, learning the names of the plants and flowers on the surface, discovering also the goodness and softness that she contains in her embraces, as well as with which she sings to her Gods. It’s like living a daydream for him while his heart wants nothing more than her, his beloved Dorotea. But Lolth’s wrath was not long in arriving, as deadly as the goddess herself and as burning as the fire that destroyed the forest. His sister Trissonia sent a handful of drow to capture the young elf, as well as take back her brother, bringing him back to Menzoberrazan. They locked Dorotea in a cell, making her wait a week before the verdict, while Tristan was locked in the house, monitored twenty-four hours a day, unable to go outside. They tied his hair with Sussur flowers, hiding others within the walls of his chamber so that he couldn’t use his magic and go to the girl’s cell. He prayed to his mother, Lolth, and his sisters, but no one answered him, only the cold silence of his dark room. Why couldn’t anyone love there, in Menzoberranzan? Why did he have to have a heart of stone? After a week, the sentence came and Tristan was taken to the square, where Dorotea was on the scaffold, looking at him with eyes full of tears.His mother, grabbing his hand, led him to the side of the woman, who was kneeling in front of her audience. “Kill her!” Matron Mother Dilyrr shouted. “Kill her and Lolth will forgive you!” Those words still ring in his ears as his sister Trissonia handed him the axe, which he gripped in both hands. His vision blurred that damned day, when a spider bit his hand and the voice of the Goddess echoed in his brain, emptying it completely: the axe fell and a head rolled.
“Blessed are you, my son,” Lolth consecrates him, filling his mouth with blood, along with his robes and his hands. “Oh, my sweet child, my beloved.”Obviously, the Spider Queen had presented him with a choice: either kill Dorotea and allow his own family to live, or die with the wood elf and his house would be forever destroyed by her wrath. The public execution served to rehabilitate his family's name and its prestige.Nowadays, he still works for his family, killing rivals of House Dilyrr both in the Underdark and on the surface.
The lost Siren
BASICSFULL NAME: Franceska Qilin
AGE: 135 years old but looks like a 30 year old woman
BIRTHPLACE: Menzoberranzan
FORMER RESIDENCE: Menzoberranzan
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Baldur's Gate
FAMILY:
Father: Aumon deceased
Mother: T'risstree deceased
Brothers: She had two older sisters: Viridiana and Roselien (deceased) and an older brother Syrius (deceased).
Species: Szarkai (albino drow)
GENDER: Female
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
OCCUPATION: Bard
RELIGION: Lolth
LANGUAGES: PolyglotAPPEARANCEHEIGHT: 1.55 cms
WEIGHT: 65 kg
BUILD: She has a very small build, a thin neck, petite wrists, and very slender legs
EYE COLOR: Dark Red
HAIR COLOR: White
HAIR LENGTH: She has straight hair and it’s very long and goes way past her butt. She often wears them tied in two braids or gathered on her head. She often decorates her tresses with clasps in silver or gold, or in various colors. Or she adorns them with flowers. It's not unusual to see her with new hairstyles and she often dyes some locks in purple hues.
TATTOOS: She has three swallows tattooed on her left cheek, which stand out against her pale skin.
SCARS: Franceska has part of her face burned: the scar starts from the right temple and goes down the bridge of the nose and then focuses on a large part of the left cheek. It stands out on ashen white skin like a jagged pink mass: a small gift from her mother, when the young woman, opposing her choices, dared to talk to her about her desires and dreams.
SCENT: Petrichor, incense, the fragrance of the sea, night orchids, camellias, rainPERSONALITYMORAL ALIGNMENT: ???
TEMPERAMENT: Lively
STRENGTHS: Autonomous, cheerful, tender, soft-spoken, charismatic, elegant, clever
WEAKNESSES: Rowdy, rebellious, sarcastic, arrogant, stubborn, insolent, urchinSince Franceska is a szarkai (szarkai are albino drow, held in high regard by other drow, as they are seen as a blessing from Lolth), she lived much of her childhood confined at home, as her mother always feared for her life. However, this did not prevent her from having a lively character, which often led her to rebel against the will of the House, slipping outside the walls of the mansion to explore Menzoberranzan, using a spell to change her skin color to more of a wisteria gray so she could wander along the streets of the city, learning how other drow lived.
Although she had a military training to become a spy and assassin, she never worked in that field, developing a deep love for music, to the point that her father, having an intense love for his daughter, gave her a lute, as well as letting her have a teacher who would help her learn this art, as well as singing. She was famous in her house for her voice, with which she livened up the evening, the important events when the Matron Mother sought alliances with greater houses in order to one day elevate herself and her family.
Despite the bloody and violent environment in which Franceska lived, she never developed an evil attitude, on the contrary, she managed to maintain a sweetness typical of her soft nature, that warm smile that she reserves for those who need help, to lend a hand towards those who are in danger. In fact, she would like to become like Drizzt Do'Urden, who left Menzoberranzan for a life on the surface: he is her greatest hero.LIKES
animals
music
flowers
her familyDISLIKES
blood
violence
stupid people
insectsHOBBIES
songwriting
singing
reading
swimming
playing her fluteShe spent much of her life in her mansion, so to go outside she had to disguise herself, as well as slip silently, especially through a hole in the wall on the east side of the house, the one leaning against the rocky hill. After all, Menzoberranzan represented the world for her, that city dominated by the imposing Narbondel, the enormous stalagmite, which worked almost like a clock: its light gradually fading over time, until it went out, throwing Menzoberrazan into a deep and eerie darkness. The noises, the scents of the spices, and the aromas of the Bazaar were what she liked, like the teas she drank in one of the stands, where a kind woman poured her enormous quantities, especially the one full of sweet-tasting flowers. She loved getting lost in the streets, ending up in both the infamous and wealthy neighborhoods, and she truly liked the district Qu'ellarz'orl: the one where the important houses were located. She loved to observe how richly adorned these mansions were, dreaming that one day her family could have a palace there, among these important figures. The shops displayed all sorts of merchandise and she loved going into the bookshops, breathing in the scent of the pages, or getting lost in the adventures that those pages held. It was on one of those pages that Drizzt Do'Urden’s name jumped out at her, prompting her to ask uncomfortable questions both of her mother and the other women of her house.
She bought many stories about him at the Bazaar, where a human merchant sold them under the counter exclusively for her, because, by being cheeky and imposing as female drow usually do, she convinced him to bring her whatever he could find on Drizzt.ABILITIES
In addition to having extensive knowledge in playing multiple instruments (flute, lute, violin, etc.), Franceska knows how to channel the Weave within the music she produces, managing to establish various types of emotions in others, as well as being able to cast some spells. Her voice has been described as that of a siren and she often loves to sing, enchanting who listens to her.
Her teacher in magic was Gromph Baenre.
A funeral song
Born into a minor House of Menzoberranzan, Franceska enjoyed her family’s love as a szarkai, so much so that she was not only secluded at home but also lovingly spoiled by her sisters, as well as her father. She always loved prodding her brother, while she had a rebellious attitude towards her mother, who from her first cry had already decided her life: to become an assassin and a spy. She pursued the Matron Mother’s goals with a certain detachment, even absentmindedly, as her total invocation was music, and touching the piano keys in the "music room" was something almost erotic, especially when the notes filled the wide room. It was at that moment that she showed her true self, merging with the melodies she spontaneously produced, laying bare her emotions, giving voice to a heart divided between her duty towards her house and her passions, such as learning to play and sing. It was precisely music that made her hate the world of violence, death and blood in which she lived, what the Spider Queen asked of her beloved daughters, and the high rate of death that existed among the various houses that slaughtered each other for dominance: a concept that she could not understand and that she abhorred with all her being, despite her love for the great goddess Lolth.The Qilin House was allied with the Beanre, the supreme clan of Menzoberranzan. In the shadow of this, the Qilin was weaving an alliance with another important clan to overthrow the other, but the Matron Mother of the Baenre House, realizing the betrayal, wiped out the entire Qilin House. During the battle, T'risstree hid Franceska in one of the secret passages that led her away from the mansion. Now an orphan and without her family, aware that the Baenre would have killed her on sight if they had noticed she was alive, she decided to leave Menzoberranzan, but also the Underdark. Not used to sunlight, she spent days with severe migraines, traveling from city to city, trying to survive by playing in the squares of the various villages she stopped. Years passed, and she began performing at various inns, until she reached Baldur’s Gate, where her fame grew to the point that she was called the Siren of Baldur’s Gate.In the meantime, she’s looking for a famous and legendary musical score, which it is said that anyone who dares to play it will be cursed, but would kill anyone who would listen to it , except the musician. Its name is The Ghost Cry. She wants to find it, return to Menzoberranzan, and have her revenge on House Baenre. She doesn’t care about being cursed, she just wants to see her enemies burn.
Lolth's Sacred Blade
BASICSFULL NAME: Elamszar Barrison Del'Armgo
AGE: 155 years old but looks like a 38 year old man
BIRTHPLACE: Menzoberranzan
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Baldur's Gate
FAMILY:
Father: Uthegentel
Stepfather: Elherd
Mother: Taayrul
Siblings: He has four younger half-sisters; Ilharess (deceased), Narcelia, G'eldshalee and Jezsandra
GENDER: Male
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
OCCUPATION: Soldier / Fighter
RELIGION: Lolth
LANGUAGES: PolyglotAPPEARANCEHEIGHT: 2.00 cms
WEIGHT: 120 kg
BUILD: Elamszar is massive and muscular, has broad shoulders and a very broad chest, as well as long, toned legs.
EYE COLOR: He has very large eyes, colored in a vivid crimson shade.
HAIR COLOR: White
HAIR LENGTH: He has long wavy hair, which reaches below his shoulders. He rarely combs them, often wearing them messy or loose
TATTOOS: Elamszar has a tattoo on the left side of his face: they are runes of protection that his mother painted when he was a child to protect him from his grandmother, as well as from any danger that lurks in Menzoberranzan and within the house itself.
SPECIFIC TRAITS: Aside from his size and the tattoo on his face, his countenance itself is one of his particular traits as Elamszar presents himself almost like an innocent-looking man
SCARS: He has a huge scar on the right side of his face, reaching down to his nose and a small part of his left cheek. He got it during his training at the Melee-Magthere school: Tristan cut part of his cheek with his rapier; their friendship was born from this very moment. He has others on his body, a sign of his battles or to restore disturbances within the Bazaar, when he patrlled the Duthcloim district.
SCENT: Blood, mushrooms, night orchids, petrichor, rain, humidity, earthPERSONALITYMORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Neutral
TEMPERAMENT: Irascible
STRENGTHS: Sunny, curious, polite, intelligent, determined and independent
WEAKNESSES: Sadist, cruel, rude, morbid, aloof, irascible and lividElamszar was born into one of the wealthiest and most prestigious families in Menzoberranzan. He was educated immediately according to the dictates of Lolth, absolutely respecting the female figures of his matriarchal family, above all his grandmother Mez'Barris, who’s the Matron Mother of the house. Since he was a child, he showed a jovial, as well as sunny, character, often smiling even at the difficulties that life put before him, or that his grandmother herself revealed to him before his eyes, making him immediately understand that she hates him with ferocious fierceness, but not simply because he is a male, as men are well respected within this house, but simply because he reminds her of her patron's affair (Elamszar, in some ways, resembles very much Uthegentel Del'Armgo, his true father). Much of his childhood and adolescence was spent under the rigid dictates of Mez'Barris, who corrupted his nature, making him develop a sadistic and cruel attitude, as well as making him short-tempered. Due to his size, his grandmother planned a life as a soldier, enrolling him in the Melee-Magthere school, pushing him to become an Eldritch Knight, so that he could also use magic in battle and thus become a rather competent warrior. Ultimately, his job has always been to protect his house and his Matron Mother.LIKES
fighting
gambling
food
animals
cold steelDISLIKES
his grandmother
lazy
eating fish
worms
stupid peopleHOBBIES
training
taking long walks
reading
playing his cellosInitially, to degrade him, his grandmother made him patrol the streets of Menzoberranzan, especially the Duthcloim district, alongside his companions. However, being Elamszar a Barrison Del'Armgo, she decides to make him a full-fledged warrior, making him protect her home, as well as his Matron Mother, putting him on the same level as his other children and grandchildren.
It’s not uncommon to see him sitting in one of the taverns, drinking beer at the end of the day, chatting with his colleagues (many of whom are his uncles or cousins) or Tristan, talking about this and that. Elamszar is a simple man, who enjoys food and good company, as well as the music often played by one of his younger sisters when he returns home. It is precisely that large palace, which now stands in the district of Qu'ellarz'orl, that is his prison, where every form of joy is sucked out of him by the Matron Mother, his grandmother Mez'Barris, who does nothing but vomit on him the hatred she felt for him: rather than hating her daughter for having lain with Uthegentel, or Uthegentel himself, Mez'Barris hates the fruit born from the union of the two.ABILITIES
He is very skilled in melee combat and the use of great weapons. In fact, he often uses a greatsword, forged by a skilled blacksmith. He has proficiency in longbows and magic, which he learned in Sorcere. Unlike wizards, Eldritch Knights learn spells by heart and use them in battle.
The Tragedy of the Unwanted
As soon as he was born, his grandmother, Mez'Barris, decided to sacrifice him for the goddess Lolth, but his mother, managing to get out of bed after giving birth, snatched him from her hands. Elamszar had been the first pregnancy Taayrul had managed to carry to term, so she didn’t want to lose the first baby she had managed to deliver. Horrified by this gesture and the fact she lain with Uthegentel (Mez'Barris new patron), Mez'Barris did not speak to her daughter for over a month, harboring a deep hatred for that child who, in some ways, his appearance, especially his large bright red eyes, was reminiscent of his own grandmother. Even though he was identical to his true father, whose features mixed with those of his mother. As he grew and showed his tall stature, Maz'Barris decided to enroll him in the Melee-Magthere school to make him a warrior, so she would not only make him useful to her cause, but he would be an excellent protection for her house, or so the old Matron Mother hoped. After all, Elamszar had always been loyal to his family, especially to his beloved mother who, to protect him from his grandmother and the dangers of Menzoberranzan, tattooed those magical runes on his face. At Melee-Magthere school he met Tristan who, despite being 7 years younger than him, became his best friend.Since Mez'Barris wants to annihilate House Baenre, she began to weave various alliances with other houses, aiming at House Dilyrr, House Oblodra, House Hunzrin and House Qilin. At the time, both the Qilin and Barrison Del'Armgo were located in Narbondellyn, while aspiring to become houses as great as the Baenre, located in the Qu'ellarz'orl district. To stipulate such an alliance, Maz'Barris chose some of her best warriors to marry the daughters of their respective houses. A move that House Dilyrr also chose, when they knocked on the door of the Qilin house, where the Barrison Del'Armgo were also present that day. The chosen girl was Franceska, still without a husband and whom no one had ever seen (she was a szarkai, that’s an albino drow, who spent most of her time hidden at home, or at least so her family thought). Knowing of the irascibility of T'risstree, the Matron Mother of House Qilin, and the story that she burned the face of one of her daughters was rumored, Vuctorya, Matron Mother of House Dilyrr, turned up her nose when she immediately made it clear about the disfigured face of the lass.Maz'Barris was unimpressed by this story, asking to see the girl, as she wanted her nephew, Elamszar, to be the intended groom. T'risstree called for a servant to call her daughter, and silence fell upon the hall as Franceska appeared, showing her pale skin, her bright white hair, and her conspicuous scar. Her gaze fell on the young warrior, who smiled at her while he tilted his head slightly to the side: it was love at first sight, the two immediately liked each other. Meanwhile, Tristan, present that day and designed as the planned groom, internally cursed his mother for not allowing him to take the girl’s hand, and was also captivated by her beauty.Elamszar and Franceska met secretly several times before their official engagement, making love in unimaginable places like Clawrift or in taverns, where Elamszar booked a room and she arrived shortly after, hiding her features with a spell (that’s how she went in around Menzoberranzan). He just wanted to be with her, to feel the warmth of her body against his skin, to have her lips on his, to hold her to his chest and make her feel safe. They talked until late, just before Narbondel’s light went out, often dining in the inns where they hid. They couldn’t stay apart for too long: their hearts seemed about to explode and melancholy bloomed like a black rose. They counted the days to the wedding, hoping that their married life would be filled with love and happiness as these two feelings weren't allowed in a city like Menzoberranzan.As we know, happiness and love do not exist when power and domination are at stake. Still furious about what had happened at the Qilin house, Tristan revealed to some Baenre members what the Barrison Del'Armo were planning together with the Qilin (the Dilyrr were also at play wanting to wipe out the House Baenre. However, being a skilled manipulator, Tristan made sure that the blame did not fall on his family, speaking of a failed alliance due to a severe offense perpetrated against the Dilyrr, as well as the Baenre (House Dilyrr is the main ally of House Baenre.) The young drow reported everything to her Matron Mother Quenthel, who went to Mez'Barris, immediately making it clear to her that if she did not immediately ally with her to wipe out the Qilin, her entire house would collapse, making a miserable end. Not wanting to see how everything she created was annihilated, she prepared her warriors and wizards, making them march together with the Baenre and the Dilyrr, against House Qilin, which was literally exterminated. The only one to survive was Franceska. Taking refuge in one of the rooms that Elamszar had reserved for them in a tavern in Duthcloim district, she waited for the warrior, unaware that his house was behind the end of her family. He had marched in the frontline, making use not only of his strength as a warrior but also of his magic, as he was an Eldritch Knight. Not revealing anything to her, he set her on the path to the surface, bidding her farewell.However, during the battle, his sister, Ilharess, died, killed by T'risstree before his eyes. From that day, his grandmother’s hatred towards him grew immeasurably, holding him responsible for the death of that precious priestess of Lolth, whom he had to protect with his life, he had to be ready to sacrifice himself. However, she decided not to kill him, respecting Taayrul's wish. Several years after the extermination of the Qilin house, Elamszar was betrothed to Tristan’s sister, Sybil. Although in some ways she was like Franceska, she was not like the szarkai, who was full of zest. Sybil was so dull to Elamszar that he began to hate her almost immediately.Over the years, Elamszar has never shown any interest in joining Franceska on the surface, leaving her grandmother's hatred behind. How could he ever have a life with her after killing her mother? He can still feel the blood of the Qilin on his hands, feeling a strong resentment for Mez'Barris, because not only had she betrayed the trust of the Qilin, but for having bent to the will of the Baenre, for having shown herself weak before the one she wants to destroy. And he, weak like his grandmother, had bowed his head, obeying her, marching together with the other warriors, priestesses and wizards, ready to exterminate the entire house. With what courage could he knock on her door in Baldur's Gate with the weight he carries in his heart, along with his sins? How could he claim to be innocent or yearn for her forgiveness? So he remains there, in Menzoberranzan, continuing to obey his grandmother, subjugated by his desire to gain her love one of these days.Meanwhile, he has also become a champion of Lolth, a direct request from the Spider Queen. Some think that this decision of the Weaver of Destiny was made to pay homage to Mez'Barris' faithfulness, while others, instead, think it's her way to offend and insult her, given the hatred the Matron Mother feels for Elamszar.