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Setting
World: Faerun (Forgotten Realms)
Background: Drow noble
Culture: Lolth-sworn drow
Languages: Drow elven, Undercommon, Common (learning), Elven (insults and swear words only)
Bio:
Name: Selakiir Arkentlar
Class: Warlock (Hexblade - Pact of Blade)/Sorcerer (Shadow)
Race: Drow
Age: 132
Station: Runaway noble
Affiliations: House Arkentlar, Church of Loviatar
Appearance:
Eye colour: Red, with black sclera and feline-like pupils
Hair colour: White
Hairstyle: Straight and unbound, reaching down to his elbows
Build: Slight and slim, lean muscle build
Height: 5’3”
Scars: Several across his back, one across his face, running across his left cheek from his nose to his pact mark
Tattoos and Jewellery: Several silver earrings and studs scattered across his ears. A pact mark of a dragon/wyrm holding a sword on his left cheek
Traits:
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Deity: Loviatar
Favoured weapons: Rapier, eldritch blast
Skills: Persuasion, martial fighting skills
Personality: An arrogant and haughty man, Selakiir takes pride in his drow heritage, and surviving as long as he did in the Underdark. He puts on an arrogant and confident front, but behind the scenes there is uncertainty and insecurity, especially in the wake of his newfound freedom, and dealing with the baggage of coming from a society that saw him lesser simply because of his gender, and the fact that he was considered useless by his matron mother for circumstances beyond his control.
Despite seemingly being able to get along with most, even non-drow, and his ability to keep his contempt for non-drow elves on the down low to interact with them, he keeps all but a handful of people at arm’s length. Those few he permits to be close with find themselves with a dedicated and protective ally, who will do anything to see to their well-being, as he will see his own health and needs as a lesser priority than those of his loved ones, even if he is in circumstances where he needs to put his own needs first.
He does contain a sadistic streak, finding amusement in the misfortune of others, and he can be a bit of a people pleaser, a result of him trying to keep himself alive back in Menzoberranzan, and appease those who were his betters. He essentially has a lot of negative and toxic traits to unlearn or at least mitigate.
World: Faerun (Forgotten Realms)
Background: Drow noble
Culture: Lolth-sworn drow
Languages: Drow elven, Undercommon, Common (learning), Elven (insults and swear words only)
Bio:
Name: Selakiir Arkentlar
Class: Warlock (Hexblade - Pact of Blade)/Sorcerer (Shadow)
Race: Drow
Age: 132
Station: Runaway noble
Affiliations: House Arkentlar, Church of Loviatar
Appearance:
Eye colour: Red, with black sclera and feline-like pupils
Hair colour: White
Hairstyle: Straight and unbound, reaching down to his elbows
Build: Slight and slim, lean muscle build
Height: 5’3”
Scars: Several across his back, one across his face, running across his left cheek from his nose to his pact mark
Tattoos and Jewellery: Several silver earrings and studs scattered across his ears. A pact mark of a dragon/wyrm holding a sword on his left cheek
Traits:
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Deity: Loviatar
Favoured weapons: Rapier, eldritch blast
Skills: Persuasion, martial fighting skills
Personality: An arrogant and haughty man, Selakiir takes pride in his drow heritage, and surviving as long as he did in the Underdark. He puts on an arrogant and confident front, but behind the scenes there is uncertainty and insecurity, especially in the wake of his newfound freedom, and dealing with the baggage of coming from a society that saw him lesser simply because of his gender, and the fact that he was considered useless by his matron mother for circumstances beyond his control.
Despite seemingly being able to get along with most, even non-drow, and his ability to keep his contempt for non-drow elves on the down low to interact with them, he keeps all but a handful of people at arm’s length. Those few he permits to be close with find themselves with a dedicated and protective ally, who will do anything to see to their well-being, as he will see his own health and needs as a lesser priority than those of his loved ones, even if he is in circumstances where he needs to put his own needs first.
He does contain a sadistic streak, finding amusement in the misfortune of others, and he can be a bit of a people pleaser, a result of him trying to keep himself alive back in Menzoberranzan, and appease those who were his betters. He essentially has a lot of negative and toxic traits to unlearn or at least mitigate.
