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AMITYVILLE ACADEMY ENROLLMENT FORM

Name: Aen'ryliis
Nicknames: Riley, Liss, Face Hugger
Gender: Illithid are hermaphroditic, but you.. think it might be a girl?
Age: 17

Faction/Race Demon/Illithid

Personality: Riley is smarter than you.

You should probably just accept this now and get on with your life, because Riley is smarter than you.

Being an Illithid carries with it distinct advantages... like being smarter than you. Riley has supreme confidence in this, and she wears that self-assuredness like a suit of armor. Any insults about her appearance, any negative comment about her smugness, any sarcastic remark or quip hits this hard shell and bounces off, deflected as nothing more than mere jealousy over just how much smarter she is than you. Everything about her, from the way she moves to the way she 'speaks' oozes confidence and arrogance, but she's intelligent enough to know how to spin this into a positive trait. She wields sarcasm like a weapon, and will often use her superior intelligence and manipulative nature to entertain herself. Riley is, more or less, a physical manifestation of an internet troll, as she will spend a great deal of time setting someone up to embarrass themselves.

Why? ...Because she can, of course! Riley is in it for the lulz.

However, being a brain-eating genius hell bent on controlling the multiverse does bring with it some strong downsides. When you're born into a family of fellow brain-eating geniuses hell bent on controlling the multiverse, competition is a way of life. Riley has difficulty with the concept of 'friendship', as even her own siblings and closest childhood friends were to be viewed as stepping stones to power and greatness. There is also the fact that Riley is racist against.. well.. anyone who isn't an Illithid. While some species might earn respect for their power or intelligence, they are still inferior, making the high school social scene an awkward one for her. This is something which she will have to learn to deal with over time.

Illithids, as a culture, have a fear of the undead. This manifests in Riley as being highly uncomfortable around some undead species, particularly those who do not have consumable brains or who are immune to telepathic detection and manipulation. As for her own abilities in this area, since speech is impossible for her, she speaks through her mind, and those who she is speaking to will hear her thoughts in their own. Though she's been used to reading minds telepathically, it seems much more difficult, almost impossible here at the Academy. So far, the only way she's been able to read minds is if her target is thinking really hard or "loudly" at her. All in all, it's a frustrating experience.

Why are they enrolled in Amityville Academy? Riley is ambitious, and seeks greater control over her psionic abilities. She, like all Illithid, frowns upon magic, preferring to rely on her own power. As such, she will rarely be enrolled in standard sorcery classes that teach 'inferior' forms of magic, unless it is to learn how to overcome them should the need arise. Riley also has a desire to learn of species and language which the Elder-Brain (the hivemind overlord of illithid culture) does not have knowledge. It is for this reason that she has come to Amityville, to collect knowledge that is not available to her through the hivemind.

FEAR: Paralysis: This is the most basic use of an Illithid's psionic power, to shut down the brain and paralyze an opponent. This is done by stopping the communication of the brain with the muscles, and does not allow for actual mind control. At advanced stages it may allow for very limited puppeting of the body itself, usually for the purpose of eating their tasty, tasty brains.

Mmm. Brains.

The duration of this paralysis is limited, and if concentration is broken between the time it is cast and the time Riley reaches her opponent to nom on their brains, the effect will be severely weakened and wear off entirely within the next 10 - 15 seconds.

Natural Ability: Illithid see equally well in darkness and light.

Physical Description: In her natural form, Riley looks like any other Illithid. Because.. seriously. They all look the same. In her school form, however, Riley has adopted a much more socially acceptable skin. Illithid are “born” after being implanted in a host's brain, and Riley has chosen the tall, slender drow body of her original host to carry her through Amityville. The differences between the original dark elf form and the one she actually has in school are pale purple skin (closer to her Illithid form) instead of the usual grays or black, the absence of a mouth or nose (The area over her mouth/nose is just smooth skin, forcing her to speak through telepathy), and the presence of long, tentacled hair.

Eye Colour: Illithids have solid, milky-white eyes with no pupils.

Hair Colour/Style: Riley's hair is made of several long tentacles that resemble the mouth tentacles of her original form. The tentacles don't have “suckers” on them, they're just smooth tentacles.

Skin Colour: Purple or grey.

Clothing Style/Colours: Riley wears robes similar to her mindflayer form. Her accessories are made of a variety of psionic crystals. This is up to the artist, really. You can give her bracelets, a belt with dangly crystals, or whatever you want.

Extra: Her hands still have the long, thin, clawed fingers of an Illithid's hands.

References: References of mindflayers for the robes, hands, and what the hair tentacles would look like:


http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/compscoundrel_gallery/102061.jpg
http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/1494/114463-147811-illithid_super.jpg

Example of face structure without mouth/nose: http://www.starcraft-overmind.ic.cz/sc2/heroes/selendis.gif

"Galpole, you have entered the door to the north. You are now by yourself standing in a dark room; the pungent stench of mildew emanates from the wet dungeon walls."

"Where are the Skreetos?"

"They’re right next to you!"

"I cast a spell."

"Where’s the Volcanic Dew?"

"It's in Arel's desk drawer. DUH!"

Criscroak the gnome rubbed his forehead. This seemed like like a good idea at the time: a friendly game of Dungeons & Humans late at night in Arel's office, right outside the door to Helma's office was the perfect place for a spooky story. Or it would have been if certain gnomes took this more seriously.

"Look Henr-"

"It's Galpole, Sorcerer of Darkness! And I've been telling you, I wanna cast magic missile!"

"Why are you casting magic missile? There's nothing to attack here."

"Yeah-huh! I'm atta-"

"CAN I SEE THIS STUFF HAPPENING?!"

"NO YOU CAN'T YOU'RE IN A TAVERN FAR AWAY! And you're right next to us STOP YELLING!"

"Hey guys am I here yet?"

"No."
"NO."
"Nooo. Anyway, can I cast magic missile?"

Criscroak groaned. Tonight was going to be a very, very long night.